The Perfection of Beauty
As old as the beholder all that He made it was very good then multitudes of similitudes throughout the ages of grace some fair to be as close to the original some lost in their own vanity from garden of His pleasure to the pleasant to make one wise like a flaming sword the selfish beauty mark because of the reward lay bare their own shame but for His own graciousness a promise given to one day restore the innocent virtue of beauty upon one came the violence blood and gore reclaims the defamed to but on course those from whom worldly beauty had swayed no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. but perfection's beauty loved us to the end and one-day beauty will again be very good
egotism's display but pure Love is not in vain the promise well kept
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
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