Every morning when I rise
I greet the morning sun,
Then I look into the mirror
To see what time has done.
For each heartache, pain, and trial,
That in life I’ve faced,
On the pallet of my skin,
A line or wrinkle’s traced.
How thrilled I am that God can see,
Not the lines of age and pain,
But what’s deep in the heart of me,
And the joy that life would drain.
He see the love I have for Him,
As in my heart it glows,
He doesn’t see the ugliness,
That life has dealt with blows.
God sees the peace my heart now feels,
Because I am His own.
He sees what’s deep inside of me,
And sees love’s seeds He has sown.
By: Bonita L. Ledzius…copyright 2007