I’m Too Fat!

You despise yourself, you hate your weight,

You look in the mirror and frown,

Your self-esteem’s at its lowest ebb,

You’re past your peak, and you’re down;

Or you’re not the prettiest girl you would be,

Or the most handsome guy in the town,

You feel a disgrace; you’ve made your mistakes

And you’re left with such ill renown.

The spots on your face you cannot erase,

You’ve an illness you can’t overcome,

You’ve been born deformed, life seems so unfair,

Or your past now can’t be undone.

You’re not very bright, and it doesn’t seem right

That others make all the right moves,

You’re left with the dregs and never the best,

And you’re always the last with the news.

Life’s not worth living. you think, anymore,

“Just what is there out there?” you say,

There are thousands that make it, but you always fail,

You have nothing to hope for today,

Your friends have deserted you, loved ones have left,

You’re scarred with relationships lost,

Life’s merciless toll has wounded your soul

And cast you aside in the dust.

You’re just a nonentity here in this world,

No mark you ever will make,

They all pass you by with no second look

And often you feel you’re a fake.

Your weight, your looks, your status in life,

Cruel tragedies have left you bereft,

But hey! Don’t despair! There is rescue in sight

To lift you out of this cleft.

God loves you|! He loves you! – Yes!  Just as you are!

He sees how you feel in yourself,

He loves you despite all your mistakes,

And doesn’t require fame or wealth,

He leaves the ninety and nine in the fold

 And seeks the lost sheep on the hillside,

This God is so great that He stoops to the least

When they’re right on the brink of suicide.

You cannot forgive yourself for your past,

You’ve committed the most heinous crime,

You’ve cheated, you’ve lied, even murdered besides,

Deceived others – yes!  Time after time,

You cannot live with your conscience at times,

You feel the vilest of vile,

But remember the thief who died on the Cross

Was taken to heaven in style!

“Today thou shalt be in paradise with Me!”

Jesus said to him, breathing His last,

From the depths to the heights, He lifted this wretch

When all hope was lost from his past.

He found God’s forgiveness when he couldn’t forgive

Himself for all he had done,

And this is the God – when all hope is lost –

That many a victory has won.

Yet you may not feel in the depths of sin

But that life’s given you a hard deal,

The same Christ Who died on a cruel, wooden Cross

A fresh purpose for you can reveal:

You’re just one of millions in a restless world

But you are unique in His plan,

He has a design, a purpose in view

That’s for you and for no other man.

The natural man receiveth not

The things of the Spirit of God,

For they are foolishness to him,

Only spiritually understood;

You’re an instrument in God’s orchestra,

Small and unnoticed you may be,

But with the Spirit of Christ within you

You can portray His Majesty.

Come see, your calling for not many noble

Are called, not the mighty or wise,

God chooses the foolish, the weak, and the base,

The things that are not, the despised,

By such as you He’ll bring to naught

Things valued in this world’s eyes,

That no flesh shall glory in His presence,

In Christ you are sanctified.

The vilest, in Christ, can be made pure,

The foolish can be made wise,

That which is lost can be redeemed,

There’s no condemnation in Christ.

The turmoil within is absorbed in His peace,

The loveless can become loved,

Beauty from ashes, prisoners freed,

With new purpose for you from above. 

Peter Burt