It must be nice, to wear whatever fits,
And still look spectacular.
It must be nice, to show yourself off
To the rest of the world, for any excuse.
How does it feel, to be used for your body,
Treated like an object, a toy, a decoration?
We’re all pulled in, to believe the lies
About beauty and happiness.
Solomon had every woman around,
Being a king, with power and wealth.
But he concluded that having it all
Is meaningless, just an ego trip.
If you want happiness, look inside.
You’ll find a hurting child,
Desperate for attention, love and value.
Then take that child by the hand.
Lead her to the safety, security,
Wisdom and healing power
Of a loving Father, who does not judge,
But forgives, and will hold her
In his arms, until she cries it all out,
And then starts to trust him,
A little more each day, through all
The storms of life that come.
She will be ready, for she will know,
The battle is the Lord’s, not hers.
She only has to trust him,
And walk in his light.