Even my worst day
is better than someone’s best day
So when I have a down day
I pray for you to have an up day
When you hit hard times
I pray for you to be okay
And when you frown at me
I smile back at you anyway
Do what you do
I’m gonna do it God’s Way…
Acts of aggression and retaliation. The origin of war between men is as clear as the chicken and the egg. No one truly knows which came first, and at this point we are in too deep to find the escape. The one thing I do know for certain, man, whether he is acting on behalf of his country or his God, is not capable of bringing anyone to justice. Administering Justice is above our pay scale.
My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because buried deep in them you will find the the glorious stories of Kings, links to the creation of civilization, the roots of mathematics and science, the origins of language, and the foundation of space travel.
My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because each one of my scars is unique like a seashell; and if you put your ear close enough to them, you will hear the the soulful sounds of slaves passing messages to guide their brothers and sisters to freedom. If you put your ear close enough to them, you will hear the sound of love battling hate for your soul, for your life, and for your tomorrow.
My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because each one of them represents my journey; and if you slowly rub your hands over them, they will teach you to retrace your steps, help you find the fork in the road where you lost your way, and guide you back to the garden where it was just us.
My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because they represent resiliency, courage, hope, and everything we are to become when we learn to love ourselves again and to say goodbye to this dead end pursuit to nothingness.
My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because your perfection is nothing more than a man made mask. A costume designed to cover up your insecurities and to hide your flaws. A veil built with the purpose of hiding enough of you to make you beautiful…
…and my scars, they were handed to me through trials and tribulations carefully crafted by the hands of God, seared into my heart with the hot iron of love, and synthesized with my soul.
My scars are more beautiful than your perfection, because they represent me, unhidden, unafraid, unbowed, and exactly as God intended me to be… Beautiful.
What has your perfection done for you?
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