Etched
by Lyn Marinello
Today
while out with friends
We
passed a man upon the street
He
wore oversized and soiled clothes
Tattered
sneakers on his feet
His
aroma was unfavorable
His
hair unkempt and long
His
teeth could use a cleaning
But
he beautifully sang this song ...
Judge not how I
look, dear Lord,
But in my
servitude to you,
Appearances are
never real
My heart is yours,
it's true
And
he shuffled down the sidewalk
His
words etched upon my mind
He
took no note of comments made
And
to belittled stares was blind
And
to every other person
That
I passed on by that day
I
gave a greeting and a smile
Whistling
and singing on my way
Judge not how I
look, dear Lord,
But in my
servitude to you,
Appearances are
never real
My heart is yours,
it's true.
Make good choices and know your worth.
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