I’m never going to be perfect
a white marble statue on display
or a rose with the perfect red shade
I’m more akin to the statue that’s fallen on the floor
smashed into a million pieces
or the rose with brown spots
that isn’t so pretty anymore

I can’t be one of the beautiful ones
so I have to accept being blemished
for I know the truth is this
even though I be a rose with spots of dead brown
or a statue that has fallen to the ground
my value is not diminished

My Father loves me as I am in this moment
spots and stains and tears and all
He doesn’t see the damage from my fall
He knows not that my leaves turn brown
He only sees His beautiful child
in need of his love and care