It matters not what you see…only what He sees….then we must believe Him..
Through His Eyes
I am lovely and holy
A jewel carved by His hand.
Through His eyes
I am a warrior princess
A daughter of the Great I Am.
Through His eyes
I’m set apart, appointed
Called to a work designed just for me.
Through His eyes
I’m still a work in progress
As He molds me in likeness to my King.
Through His eyes
He sees all my potential
For He Himself knit me in the womb.
Through His eyes
He sees all my struggles
To believe that I can be of use.
Through His eyes
His tears fall as mine do
As He nudges me to come arise
Through His eyes
He sees Satan lurking
And planning my detailed demise.
Through His eyes
He sees my worship
When my heart is set upon Him.
Through His eyes
He sees my sin…yes
That which is hidden unto men.
Through His eyes
I am more than a conqueror
Who tramples the serpents and snakes
Through His eyes
A royal heiress
Blood bought with mercy and grace.
(Shelly Wilson, May 19, 2015)
