Eerily beautiful
So many things
Be careful my child
Some beauty stings
At first glance the surface
May seem safe to tread
But underneath beauty
Could be something to dread
So many demons
Sin led them here
Addiction, depression,
Hatred, and fear
Watch for wolves in sheep’s clothing
Monsters in the dark
Twisted truths and perversions
Don’t miss the mark.
The Word you should use
May it shine as a light
Onto this world
To show what is right
Who decides beauty
What measure is used?
It can be recovered
From battered and bruised.
Because something lacks “beauty”
Don’t count it a loss
This whole world was saved
On a rugged old cross.
Mama's a Poet 