Beautiful {a Free Verse Poem}

She looked into a mirror

And wondered

When she'd become

So beautiful;

And then 

She realized

It wasn't the features

On the outside—

The way her hair

Shone in the sunlight,

Or the way her smile

Lit up her face,

Or the way that her eyes

Crinkled with laughter.

But it was the Savior,

The One who died,

The One who loved,

That shed His blood

To save so many

From a world so lost,

So full of despair.

And she realized

That it was He

Who made her so cherished,

So loved,

So priceless in His eyes.

And that made her beautiful.