Lord, you have searched me and known me.
You know my hopes, dreams, and joys
You know my fears, my wounds, my sorrows
For it was you who formed my inward parts
You know the deepest parts of me.
Those things that I hope no one can see
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
I look in the mirror and don’t always like what I see
You see your art and beauty in me.
May I see myself and others through your eyes…
the beautiful details
the oft-hidden wonder of