ɱeasuring ʈape

ɱeasuring ʈape

Didn't I tell you to go away?
Aren't you hearing the words I say?

Never again will I bow to you,
You who keeps claiming to be the truth!

My worth is measured in Christ Himself,
Not found in pounds or the lack of health.

I will be strong and will fight this fight
Trusting in God, not my twisted sight

Morsel by morsel, I soon will win
Conq'ring the lust to be deathly thin

Measuring tape never gave me hope
Hope comes from God, and from God alone.

The End

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