For a long time,
I wanted to be liked,
At times simply
Not to be unliked.
Which grew, after awhile,
To remain unhurt,
Emotionally,
And Physically.
Looking in wrong places,
Not in their faces
I should’ve been looking,
Only for your face, Lord.
Now, no longer lacking liking,
Nor wanting others to like me,
But for them to like you and see you, Jesus
And what you do through me.
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