God’s Pretty People

The ones God sees as pretty

Might not have perfect hair 

Their nails may not be polished 

And closets might be bare

Their smiles may not look perfect 

Not straight or bleached are they 

But from these humble heart strings 

The lost souls find their way 

With eyes that see each poor one

And knees that bow in prayer 

They give—not of their surplus 

Replete—with courage, care

Dear Lord, help me not to judge

As other people do

Help me see that true beauty 

Is only found in You.