Oh what sorrow does my heart conspire,
That those of you would dress in such attire!
To walk and strut and waltz about,
You allow these boys to stare and shout!
What an anger! What a rage!
What vast hunger is in the air.
For you my dear surly see not,
What you are doing ties binds in a knot!
Why must you search and why must you seek,
The attention of a man whose sin is bound with thee.
What is your motive? What is your strife?
Why must you pity yourself in the darkness of night?
Do you not see that you’re more than you are?
Your body is temporary; your soul is prolonged.
Beauty is truly much more than skin deep.
Beauty is Christ’s face bloody, worn, yet meek.
This is the legacy that you have to fulfill.
To live fully alive and run up the hill.
Be not fearful whether your will be accepted,
For Christ accepts you without any exception.
