MY HAIR HONORS GOD
If my hair could talk to God above miraculously
It would express praises and thanks to Him joyfully
For His grace, mercy and love shown constantly
Flowing along His provisions’ banks abundantly!
Yes, my hair would delight in God for cleansing water
Reminding His Word’s sanctifying power
Along His forgiveness that’s ready to deliver
Repentant souls seeking it through their confession-prayer!
Indeed, my hair would glory in God’s holiness-beauty
Appreciating each of His creation’s poised dignity
Declaring, “How privileged is earth’s humanity
To bear the image of the perfect Maker’s quality!”
My hair, for sure, would salute God for His wisdom
Since He knows the number of all hair strands in the kingdom
Even those that split away from hair-style boredom
And the ones that fall to find their much-sought freedom!
Never would my hair question God’s will
As to why it’s not bouncing, but kinky, or staying straight still
And why is it losing its luster despite the color-refill
For truly, the Lord cares, though head could be baldly ill!
How glad could my hair be in receiving God’s compliment
For being a healthy-strong covering in its useful involvement
Of its smooth and vibrant service as my crowning ornament
With its silky-wavy flexibility midst weather’s disagreement!
So, here’s my hair, deciding to be God-honoring
Always sweet-smelling against worldly fragrances’ devouring
Witnessing the Lord’s faithfulness and peaceful nurturing
Until it be gray, awaiting eternal, glamorous repairing!
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2025
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