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Framed stretch marks

Dimelo!
Eres mi alma!
Siempre!

If I could I'd frame you stretch marks
You only get them two ways
Giving birth or dropping weight,
Either way, serious pain.
She is my pride, my bride
But before her I thought my pride was my bride.
The pitch of endurance, gave birth to a miracle
In lines of memorial, freedom from the...
And pounds you put on with the defense mechanism
Like maybe I was ugly, then he would stop touching me.
If you would do... fat girl on a track team and kept running
Huh, you're tuned down to ridicule and every calorie burn
A cause for celebration,
Them lines of victory laugh, eternal gold medals.
When I see 'em, I'm reminded of the freedom, I'm so proud of you
How can I ever question the strength and ever doubt you?
And your struggles inspire, it's physical literature
But the pain who gave life with the scars
To prove it, if I could, I'd frame them.

It isn't love if doesn't hurt
If you don't feel it, then it doesn't work!
The pain removes the scales, pulls back the veil,
The bruises in the blood will always tell the tale
Of the grace of grief, the beauty of brokenness,
The piece of pain, the hope of hopelessness,
The ease of emotion, the frame for the feelings,
The scars and stretch marks, the proof of God's healing.

Yeah, the birth pains have changed,
Stretched to the limits, stretched marks from giving birth
To the death of a cynic and cinematic.
My emotions like motion pictures imagine
A world with no beauty in it, all I see is the negative,
Undeveloped negatives, nothing worth framing in my frame of mind
It's like an empty gallery with white painted balls.
All the flaws are hitting, I just wanna adjust my focus
Cause all I ever noticed is the thrones on the roses.
And it's moments like this when my hope is misguided
And I'm looking for perfection in a place I can't find it.
My body bears the marks of missing the mark daily
The only hope I hope is knowing that my God will never fail me.
Even though I fall short and that's no told tale
Now I drive my point home with that new car smell.
I see beauty in the scars, like colors in a collage
The greatest love gave me life through his death on the cross, yeah!

It isn't love if doesn't hurt
If you don't feel it, then it doesn't work!
The pain removes the scales, pulls back the veil,
The bruises in the blood will always tell the tale
Of the grace of grief, the beauty of brokenness,
The piece of pain, the hope of hopelessness,
The ease of emotion, the frame for the feelings,
The scars and stretch marks are the proof of God's healing.

It isn't love if doesn't hurt
If you don't feel it, then it doesn't work!
The pain removes the scales, pulls back the veil,
The bruises in the blood will always tell the tale
Of the grace of grief, the beauty of brokenness,
The piece of pain, the hope of hopelessness,
The ease of emotion, the frame for the feelings,
The scars and stretch marks are the proof of God's healing.