by Fiona Traville

Created on: April 28, 2008

My eyes are big and I'm told they are beautiful.
They are imperfect. I see the world as a blur. They fill too often with tears.
He takes away the tears and puts light in them.

My mind is well-informed and I'm told I'm very smart.
It is imperfect. I forget things I should remember. I remember horrible things.
He gives me new memories.

My heart is large and I'm told it is sensitive and loving.
It is imperfect. I form prejudices without cause. I block out love to block out pain.
He touches and softens my heart and has permanently stolen it.

My soul longs for God and looks for His coming.
It is imperfect. It does not find peace easily. It succumbs too easily to restraint.
He has given me peace.

Light in my eyes, memories in my mind, love in my heart, peace in my soul.
He has given them to me. He's like no one else I've ever met.

But will I accept them from Him?

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