I was So Blinded

I was So Blinded

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I would look in a mirror and not like what I see
My mind was made up that I was ugly


My confidence was destroyed
I didn't know who I was
I was so blinded 


I was so blinded that I didn't even want to live
My dreams were shattered
I thought I had nothing to give
I was totally confused until I heard and read His Word


I looked into the bible and read Psalm 139
the part where it say we are beautifully created


He formed me in His image


So I was special all along , Satan played me for a fool


You see the word of God is life
Only He sees and says the truth


Satan is a liar! He wants to deceive you


So don't be blinded 
You have so much more to give
You are God's creation and that's why you should live


You are special!!!

¹³ For you created my inmost being;
   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
   your works are wonderful,
   I know that full well.
¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from you
   when I was made in the secret place,
   when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed body;
   all the days ordained for me were written in your book
   before one of them came to be.
¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts,^[a] God!
   How vast is the sum of them!
¹⁸ Were I to count them,
   they would outnumber the grains of sand—
   when I awake, I am still with you.






Spanish: 



¹³ Tú creaste mis entrañas;
      me formaste en el vientre de mi madre.
¹⁴ ¡Te alabo porque soy una creación admirable!
      ¡Tus obras son maravillosas,
      y esto lo sé muy bien!
¹⁵ Mis huesos no te fueron desconocidos
      cuando en lo más recóndito era yo formado,
   cuando en lo más profundo de la tierra
      era yo entretejido.
¹⁶ Tus ojos vieron mi cuerpo en gestación:
      todo estaba ya escrito en tu libro;
   todos mis días se estaban diseñando,
      aunque no existía uno solo de ellos.
   ¹⁷ ¡Cuán preciosos, oh Dios, me son tus pensamientos!
      ¡Cuán inmensa es la suma de ellos!
¹⁸ Si me propusiera contarlos,
      sumarían más que los granos de arena.
   Y si terminara de hacerlo,^[a]
      aún estaría a tu lado.