If It Is All True

Beauty tells me that I am ugly. Purity tells me that I am impure. Sincerity tells me that I am insincere.

I ask my sweet Lord if it is all true.

My Lord says, "How can you be ugly, My child, when My own Light is your body? How can you be impure, My child, when My Divinity is your heart's birthright? How can you be insincere, My child, when I, Myself, use your soul to speak through your mouth?"