She

She tugs at her hemline
Worries bout her hair
Wants to be desired
Appearance really fear

He views from a distance
With judgment gone askew
He thinks he would love her
For a night or two

God calls her beloved
Sees her beauty true
Cherished as His child
Eternity His view

Who will she let love her?
Who will her heart seek?
In whom find her value
Truth to her soul speak

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s