When we don’t look like the images we’re shown
when we’ve never heard a story that sounds like our own
the condemnation is heavy and the lie has grown
I’m a freak
an outcast
ugly duckling
unknown
Why would I leave this corner of shadow
show my face, lift my eyes, remove this cloak of pretense
I’m already rejected, thrown aside, turned out cold
there’s no message of joy that relieves the sense
Who will rescue me from this pain?
Who knows me
Desires me
Invites me in from the rain
Only the Lord Jesus
His experience incarnate
With the arms of his people
Through the eyes of his prophets
