Then God looked over all he had made, and he saw that it was very good! (Genesis 1:31; NLT).
She saw that the tree was beautiful (Genesis 3:6; NLT).
I’m stunted and distorted by abuse,
Shaped by countless storms,
Like this wind-blown tree;
But though I can’t be
What I might have been at birth,
I have a beauty,
And a value of my own,
Just like this crooked tree,
Which shelters others,
So they can grow tall.