This poem came about as I was meditating on these verses: “The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven.” Hebrews 1:3 and “One thing I ask from the LORD, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple.” Psalm 27:4

Sadly, beauty in our culture is focused on surgeries, expensive clothing, hairstyles, dress size, etc. Real beauty is something else all together…

We glimpse it on a canvas framed;
brush strokes with colors that delight.
It’s heard in sounds that entertain,
in harmonies, the soul it excites.

Seen and felt in the ocean’s roar,
in the turquoise blue, sparkling bright.
Reflected in the range that soars,
the peaks glorious in its might.

It’s in the smile on a child’s face
and in the snuggling newborn.
We feel it in a loved one’s embrace
and our hearts that glow from their warmth.

Its fulness is revealed in Him-
not in looks, for plain was His face,
nor in clothes which were worn and thin,
but it is in His love and grace.

His love that scribbled in the sand,
setting an ashamed woman free.
Dirty feet cleansed by Servant hands,
showing how love should really be.

A King that scorned His rightful place
to be sacrificed for our sin.
Real Beauty is seen in His grace
that made all our debts forgiven.