Close your eyes

Your eyes are in a tear-stained face
If it won't be a tear-stained face
It won't be a work of passion
A work of art
What always happens
Hush and listen now
For the cry of passion,
the passion play
The tear-stained face that softly screams
That gives you dreams
And alone to touch and hold you
When everything seems falling apart
You'll still be a work of art


You're still worth far more in God's eyes than you can understand. You are still beautiful in the eyes of your Maker. He loved you enough to die, He loves you enough that He's still around.
So live.