She rises early just to prepare
The image that she will display
Holding the palette she hides behind
Painting the one she'll portray
Stepping on to her scale of worth
All that she feels is her shame
She says "If I could only lose a bit more
There would be something to gain."
What is the image she sees
When she's not looking beneath?
Maybe one day she will see
What He's made her to be
She is persuaded, guided to seek
All the things she hopes they'll see
What will they think of me? What will they say
If they see the real me?
What is the image she sees
When she's not looking beneath?
Maybe one day she will see
What He's made her to be
What He's making her to be
He is the Maker, Beginning and End
Numbering the hairs on our heads
What He's created is what He's intended
The shape and work of His hands
What is the image He sees
When He is looking beneath?
Seeing past all that she sees
To what she's meant to be
He is the image He sees
When He is looking beneath
He's more than we can perceive
Oh Lord help us believe
What You're making us to be
