The Lord sees, not faces, as He looks down
He searches, the soul, within
Like a silhouette, we are
It matters not, the color of skin

Nothing will be gained
With outward appearance
But what can we lose
Without faithful perseverance

Past the human form we are given
Past all the things we may treasure
He goes deeper ......
It is the heart He will measure

Is the color of our heart, pure
Are the words, it speaks, kind
Does it listen, when He teaches ....
What will He find

So this, Dear Lord
Is what I pray ....
Search my heart, please
Each and everyday

May the Lord look down, upon you
Filling your life with blessings
And your heart, with love

Copyright 5/7/2005
Kathryn Sunday Davis

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