Beauty

While some say that beauty is only skin deep,
And others tell of what may be deeper confined,
I see beauty in the wonderful king,
Who took that spear to his side.

Let others boast of a lavish face,
And tell of what lies under the frown,
But I find beauty of the mercy and grace,
In the one who wore thorns for a crown.

May they speak of all the wonders of earth,
And all the miracles of men,
I find beauty, however, in the grace and the birth,
Of my Lord who has risen again.

For skin does yet wrinkle and foreheads lay baffled,
As the lives of men draw to a loss,
But the most beautiful thing in this world, I have known,
Lies at the foot of the cross.