The Heart

How many times it has crossed my mind,
I've wished I could be just like her,
Soft and sweet, and dressed so neat,
A prettier person is hard to find.

She never seems to get upset,
Or rush from here to there,
Her manners are so perfect,
Why can't I be so fair?

But then the Holy Spirit whispers,
And when I pay attention I hear,
"You are looking at the outside,
Inside she's filled with fear".

I couldn't help the broad smile,
That brightened up my face,
Because inside of me,
All fear has been erased.

When I asked Jesus to be my King,
I gave my life into His hands,
I trusted Him completely,
All my problems to withstand.

It doesn't matter what I wear,
Or how I cut or comb my hair,
It only matters who I trust,
And how much I really care.

~ Eva May Young ~

"Man looks at the outward appearance.
But the Lord looks at the heart."
1 Samuel 16:7 NIV

It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry.  I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit.  Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments.  May God richly bless you.  Send emails to:   EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net

[ by: Eva May Young Copyright © 2005 ( EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net ) -- submitted by: Eva Young ]