Beauty in ashes

When I am weak you walk over me,

When I am strong you run away,

When I don’t care you feel hurt,

When I am lost you are excited.

When I am beautiful you look for the ugly.

 

Who shall take me, weak as I am?

Who shall love me, and not the beauty of my youth?

Who shall perceive my ashes and be there for me?

Is there beauty in ashes?

Is there hope for a broken vinyl?

 

I saw a woman broken for years get whole,

Heard about a man who spoke life to the dry bones,

Met a lady whose smile told me I am special,

Heard of a lady, who gave her last for a man to eat,

All seem to meet this great man, where is he?

 

There is beauty in my ashes,

Because of my ashes, I am now free to be strong

Due to our strength I can lift you when you trip and fall,

From my ashes, now all vanity is gone.

Because of the ashes, I met my salvation.

 

I am not perfect, but perfected each day,

I am not strong but he strengthens me.

I am found for my eyes now see the beauty

My ashes have become diamonds, for my life’s values have doubled.

My beauty blossomed, because of the joy of meeting my saviour.

 

All my Sins Have Evaporated after Salvation