The Most Beautiful I’ve Ever Known
Focusing on your beauty, with my face like flint. The accuser swirling around trying to make me repent. For things I haven’t done, lies he’s made up. he’s actually pretty stupid, not knowing he can’t move someone from an overflowing cup.
Captivated by beauty, breathless in my chest, how do I ever forget the feeling of this sweet Love Compress. It soothes all my pains, and silences every taunt, turning it in His hand until there’s only beauty there to flaunt.
The accuser comes after flaunting, like the relentless weasel he is, trying to convince us to hide our way into shame, throwing in our face all our past pain. But what the accuser doesn’t know, is Captivated Beauty frees us to SEE. That a peacock isn’t prideful, it’s just simply being seen. In all the glory of its creation, the peacocks feathers fan into flame the truth we must believe. That our beauty isn’t something to hide, but something to be seen, while our Father beams at us with pride.
He’s in me and I’m in Him…and it’s the most beautiful I’ve ever known. The accuser has come and sat before me, strutting HIS gross feathers, trying his best to put on a show. But he’s never been a human before and therefore he will never know, that God in all his furious longing is simply using these wounds to put on the greatest, brightest show!
All my best words, and most beautiful turns of phrase, are not even a drop in the bucket of His beautiful face.
Jesus you’re beautiful.