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This is me

You wake up in the morning to look in the mirror,
To say "This is me".
To Compare yourself to what you think you should be.
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
"How can this be?",
"Why did God do this to me?",
You put on some make-up or some acne-cream,
To cover the blemishes that others can see.
But it doesn't mater what others see,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And the beholder is me.
So stop annotating,
And start complimenting,
Not on what should be,
But on what is!

You were created in God's image,
Oh.
How.
Powerful.
To see who you really are,
Oh.
How.
Magical.

In that mirror is not,
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
But a scientific creation from stardust,
Something that's way beyond us.
And what's inside is something so unique,
So special,
Because no one else has it,
It's.
Like.
Magic.

It's you!

You are the most amazing thing to walk on this Earth.
With the ability to wake up and show your worth.
So why wake up and talk negative?
When you could wake up and smile.
Why not be happy for a while?
Why try to please everyone else,
When all you have to do is be yourself?

People say "What matters is on the inside.",
And you say "But look at my outside.".
And I say there is no good side,
You as a whole is the creation,
There is no separation.
Each person with 46 chromosomes working in perfect symphony,
Destroying themselves with negativity.
Just Stop!

You are beautiful because you are rare,
Because no one else can compare.
Your face,
Your nose,
Your eyes,
With your sense of humor to comprise,
Someone no one else can match.
Try to make it in a lab...
Try throw it down the hatch.
You compare yourself to everyone else,
When you are one of a kind.
Why can't you get that in your mind?
Diamonds aren't perfect so why should you be?
Beauty is not symmetry.
Look in the mirror and what do you see?
The beauty that you are...
This is me...


Copyright © David Neuman | Year Posted 2014


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Eye of the Beholder

'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'

Cherry Cream Cheese Cake 
high quality virgin eyes
please don't take my slice!

:-) 



Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


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Turtle

 
                                                    Turtle

                             Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, 
                    Some people see the turtle as a beautiful creature.
                 The turtle, a survivor, is one of the oldest know creature 
                         that has been around  for  a million years.
            They come in many sizes and colors, but they are all the same a turtle.
               It might be slow but it doesn’t rush into things and make mistakes.
                     It has a long longevity  and enjoys  life for many years.

                              Their own survival is built into them.
            They carry their home with him so they are protected at all times.
     They play peek a boo from out of his window when he doesn’t want to be seen
       The shell is developed from their ribs and acts as a shield  like Adam & Eve.
      In some, temperature determines if the egg will break into a male or female.
                      That would be nice if we could manage the same.
Sea turtles have special glands which help remove salt from the water they drink.
                                  Some are rare and endangered.

                                  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, 
                          that is why some people even wear them as tattoos

By eve roper 10/15/2014


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014


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only excellence commends excellence

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But only elegant people can have beauty in their eyes
Only great people can compliment another
And bad ones see with eyes that is sly
Trying to judge using their own ways on others
Seeing not any compliment no matter how you try
But nice ones have eyes that see further
Knowing what the empty page implies
When complimented, know the complimenter is excellent too
Because he's seen through the hue
She's left the spoilt and picked the good
Only a thieve can predict a thieve
Clothiers best know the quality sleeves
And only weavers see through the best weaves
Scorpions never compliment but sting
Empty barrels only tink
But lovely people give you wings





thanks to Dalia for the inspiration...


Copyright © white sage | Year Posted 2016


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You Are Your Own Inspiration

1.Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
2. Beauty begins the second you decide
3. Decide to love yourself
4. Decide your own beginning
5. Beginning within yourself
6. Beginning with self perception
7. Perception of society
8. Perception of what is popular
9. Popular with the other kids
10. Popular doesn’t define you
11. You are your own person
12. You are enough
13. Enough for the world
14. Enough for the haterz
15. Haterz are miserable themselves
16. Haterz put you down to make themsel feel better
17. Better than you
18. Better than society
19. Society that is pain stricken
20. Society that is hostile
21. Hostile to their own minds
22. Hostile to their loved ones
23. Ones who would take a bullet for them
24. Ones who may even kill
25. Kill all your doubts 
26. Kill the lies that surround in the darkness
27. Darkness that swallows your heart hole
28. Darkness that wanders the earth looking for its next victim
29. Victims that were never heard
30. Victims to their own bodies
31. Bodies that were faded away
32. Bodies that were beaten
33. Beaten to a pulp
34. Beaten with words
35. Words speak louder than actions
36. Words that cut deeper than knives
37. Knives you used to cut yourself
38. Knives that were stuck in your back
39. Back in the same place again
40. Back to where it all began
41. Began with me
42. Began with you
43. You hurt others
44. You hurt yourself most of all
45. All of the lies that invaded your body
46. All the manipulation 
47. Manipulation of the mind kills
48. Manipulation over time
49. Kills
50. Time


Copyright © Faith McGhee | Year Posted 2017


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You are your own inspiration

1.Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
2. Beauty begins the second you decide
3. Decide to love yourself
4. Decide your own beginning
5. Beginning within yourself
6. Beginning with self perception
7. Perception of society
8. Perception of what is popular
9. Popular with the other kids
10. Popular doesn’t define you
11. You are your own person
12. You are enough
13. Enough for the world
14. Enough for the haterz
15. Haterz are miserable themselves
16. Haterz put you down to make themsel feel better
17. Better than you
18. Better than society
19. Society that is pain stricken
20. Society that is hostile
21. Hostile to their own minds
22. Hostile to their loved ones
23. Ones who would take a bullet for them
24. Ones who may even kill
25. Kill all your doubts 
26. Kill the lies that surround in the darkness
27. Darkness that swallows your heart hole
28. Darkness that wanders the earth looking for its next victim
29. Victims that were never heard
30. Victims to their own bodies
31. Bodies that were faded away
32. Bodies that were beaten
33. Beaten to a pulp
34. Beaten with words
35. Words speak louder than actions
36. Words that cut deeper than knives
37. Knives you used to cut yourself
38. Knives that were stuck in your back
39. Back in the same place again
40. Back to where it all began
41. Began with me
42. Began with you
43. You hurt others
44. You hurt yourself most of all
45. All of the lies that invaded your body
46. All the manipulation 
47. Manipulation of the mind kills
48. Manipulation over time
49. Kills
50. Time
Faith, Makenlee, Tristah, & Christian 




Copyright © tristah aha | Year Posted 2017


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You ARE your own inspiration

1.Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
2. Beauty begins the second you decide
3. Decide to love yourself
4. Decide your own beginning
5. Beginning within yourself
6. Beginning with self perception
7. Perception of society
8. Perception of what is popular
9. Popular with the other kids
10. Popular doesn’t define you
11. You are your own person
12. You are enough
13. Enough for the world
14. Enough for the haterz
15. Haterz are miserable themselves
16. Haterz put you down to make themsel feel better
17. Better than you
18. Better than society
19. Society that is pain stricken
20. Society that is hostile
21. Hostile to their own minds
22. Hostile to their loved ones
23. Ones who would take a bullet for them
24. Ones who may even kill
25. Kill all your doubts 
26. Kill the lies that surround in the darkness
27. Darkness that swallows your heart hole
28. Darkness that wanders the earth looking for its next victim
29. Victims that were never heard
30. Victims to their own bodies
31. Bodies that were faded away
32. Bodies that were beaten
33. Beaten to a pulp
34. Beaten with words
35. Words speak louder than actions
36. Words that cut deeper than knives
37. Knives you used to cut yourself
38. Knives that were stuck in your back
39. Back in the same place again
40. Back to where it all began
41. Began with me
42. Began with you
43. You hurt others
44. You hurt yourself most of all
45. All of the lies that invaded your body
46. All the manipulation 
47. Manipulation of the mind kills
48. Manipulation over time
49. Kills
50. Time
Faith, Makenlee, Tristah, & Christian


Copyright © Makenlee Peebles | Year Posted 2017


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Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013


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Your Eyes See Me

you see what is there
the others see what they want
truth...their perspective

they chose their lenses
you see with your naked eye
diamond in the rough

to them I am veiled 
layers of misconceptions
their vision is blurred

with you I am me
there's no fear in your presence
YOUR eyes see BEAUTY

Jade

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder".....
and you have beautiful eyes
for that.....I am grateful! 


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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Beauty In The Eye Of The Beholder

Beauty In The Eye Of The Beholder

Just finished a most fantastic episode of The Twilight Zone…
The fictitious story is rather captivating, out of this world… 
Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder , what an intriguing title..
Makes me hanker for more of such creative stories and titles…

The opening scene captures the anguish of a troubled patient…
Heavily bandaged in the face and head,  apprehensive  and afraid…
The pleading questions from the patient to the nurse in attendance…
Seeking assurances after the latest operation for the umpteenth time..

The spectre of another medical failure weighed heavily on the patient…
The measured tones of the attending doctor reminding the patient….
Of his vast experiences and the possibility of less than desired results…
Served only to dramatize the import of the success when the bandages come off…

Dire was the consequence if the unravelling of these bandages should reveal…
The latest medical procedure is yet another failure, banishment will be the ordeal..
There is no hope  for further constructive operations to remedy her situation…
This patient should face stark reality and accept banishment as the best solution…

Makes me wonder how this marvellous episode of The Twilight Zone…
Though a  rerun, it captures the soul and the essence of the dilemma faced alone…
When an individual is born different and suffers our unfair and prejudicial society…
For one walks alone , shunned by fellow humans when one is born different….
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFhKp-xi2DY&list=PLbxdxEWxTqX81L3NnAU3nEwvPhkT7FuRm&index=4




Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015


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I START HERE

A blow to move the fine hairs that creep down the back of your neck
 a gaze on the lips of your ears, as you wonder in confusion, what shall happen next
 The soft black satin on your bronze skin
 The spark in your eye
 the quiver of your skin as my fingers glide over your exposed skin
 the rush of your fingers as I ask you to pin your hair up
 the darkness of your nipples
 the red of your facial blush
 squat over a stool, so I can make you turn in circles
 my moment, my you
 point your toes together and your knees too
 don't look at me, I will look at you
 quickly remove your lace breast holders and then hold your breast up
 stand slowly, I want to see how your muscles form
 turn around quickly, so I can see your body rumble
 spread your legs, bend, bend some more, bend all the way over..
 the tracked white lace on your black cotton thong pleases me
 I am glad I don't have to tell you how to have some damn class
 drop those hands to your hips, pull those stockings tighter up
 come over here, this blade will remove what you were not born with
 and this cold will make you rush.
 get on your knees, no stand-up, kneeling is too common for a girl like you
 stand, stand on this bed and look down on me, I will hold you up so you don't fall
 bounce so I can see your breast move in rhythm
 in fact, step down, so we can dance, I have not danced in years
 a delightful woman, a delightful hour, yes I want us to dance
 relax, lay your back to my chest, as we sway, side to side
 trance.... beat, rhythm, move to the sound of my voice
 I will catch you if you fall, I will catch you if you fall
 breath in your own breath, so I can know how I am making you feel this evening
 everyone you know will not matter, who matters is in this room, me and you,
 with only water to hydrate you as I want you pure
 soft, tight bronze fat skin
 beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I am beholding you, please don't talk.

ladyfi Dec 1 2013


Copyright © FIONA CHAMBERS | Year Posted 2013


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BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

Some people say you're black or white 
But all i see is a wonderful human being

Some people say you're too skinny or too fat
But all i see is a perfect body

Some people say you have crooked teeth
But all i see is a beautiful smile

Some people say i'm blind not to see all these
But i let them know beauty is in the eye of the beholder.


Copyright © WOLE FRANCIS | Year Posted 2014


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Perfect imperfection

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder 
And you said I was beautiful to you
But you never said when it would be over
Or how soon we would be through 

Perfection is what you’re looking for
And of course it’s plain to see 
Perfection is what you want and more
And that just can’t be me

You should take a look in the mirror
And get a good look at yourself
Maybe that will make things clearer 
Maybe you’ll see how I felt 

When you told me I wasn’t the one for you
I wasn’t the perfection that you sought 
I prayed for days that it wasn’t true 
And I wished on every star that we hadn’t fought 

But I guess my efforts were in vain
Perfection is too important to you
Though you still care for me you claim 
I guess it’s just not enough for you

You know you’re not perfect
I don’t know why you want that from me
In my eyes you were as close to perfect
As anyone could ever be 

But now I’ll be waiting for the day
When I’m good enough to be your selection 
But to me you will always be in every way
My perfect imperfection   


Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2007


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Dead Gorgeous

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
In the pout of the lips,
The curve of a shoulder,
Fresh flesh of the young,
Beauty’s elitist domain.
Eyes sparkling and huge,
Skin free from life’s pain,
No creases or lumps,
A complexion of smooth porcelain,
Ageing the ultimate crime,
The real woman’s shame
Beauty and youth are for sale,
Go under the knife, get some more –
If Beauty is only skin deep,
Ugliness goes right down to the core,
Look 50 when you’re 70,
No need to grow up or behave,
Perfect geriatric Barbies,
Pouting dead in the grave


Copyright © Anneliese Bose | Year Posted 2011


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VP'S WAY OF LIFE

BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER.
A BEAUTIFUL FIND IS ABOVE THE SHOULDER.

AN OPEN MIND HAS INCREDIBLE VISION.
IN LIFE THAT'S ALLWAYS A WISE DECISION.

YOU TOOK ON THE WORLD, YOU HAD NO FEAR.
YOU HAD YOUR PRINCIPLES, YOU HELD THEM DEAR.

YOU WOULDN'T BUY WHAT OTHERS BOUGHT.
YOU DIDN'T CARE WHAT OTHERS THOUGHT.

YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO WHAT GOVERNMENTS SAID. 
YOU WOULDN'T LET POLITICS INSIDE YOUR HEAD. 

YOU LIVED YOUR LIFE ALL ON YOUR OWN. 
FOR MANY FOLKS FREEDOM WILL NEVER BE KNOWN. 

IT APPEARS TO ME A MESSAGE WAS LOST. 
A LINE WAS DRAWN AND APPARENTLY CROSSED. 

THE TIME WAS PRESANT AND THEN FADED AWAY  
REFFERED TO NOW AS YESTERDAY


Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016


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Soul Sustenance

It is said "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
It's all in how we see life itself 
and what we indeed take from it too
Our relation to time - being and existence
Food to the metaphysical heart - Love
Truth to the mind - bringing peace
physical and emotional fulfilment
When the soul is nourished 
we are in better place
to face the choices and decisions 
facing us each day
Thoughts are momentary
but any feeling 
is accompanied with repeated thought patterns
meaning they stay deep routed
within us for longer periods
Silence and reflection can help us to focus
making positive decisions for good 
causing ourselves a lesser pain
Spiritual sustenance
that is empowering to the inner self


Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2014


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Synthetic soul

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...that's what I told her...but she didn't believe
Used to ugliness and cold crime scenes
Like a bad dream...smelling roses while gettin tangled up in thorns
Pain of death...pain of being born
Wet,cold,and wartorn
There is no bottom to her her bottomless hole
She's a quick deadly queen with a synthetic soul

She smiles like the sun and hides her furious frown
I roll a little closer and I know I'm going down
This chaos clown needs his frustration fix
With the spirit of a scarecrow...she's made of straw and sticks
Like a demigod diva with razor sharp claws
I can't forget her naughty number...I'm forced to make that call
I climb to her throne then I fall in defeat
Kicked hard in the face...still I can't retreat
Dazed and dumfounded now I question it all
Casting pearls to a sexy swine with a synthetic soul

Her crown of cruelty...it deludes and it deceives
The jewels they sparkle brighter than black nights lost out at sea
She says "YOU'RE FREE"...but I know I'm still a captive
I'm getting distracted as her detours make straight ways crooked
Virgins,vixons,harlots,hookers
With supernatural x-ray vision now I'm a looker
I can see through confusion
I can see through storms
I can see through the heart of the honey with the synthetic soul


Copyright © anthony beesley | Year Posted 2011


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The Beauty Of The Rose

The roses lie upon the ground
Their petals shriveled and dead
Where once they bloomed so tall and proud
They’re now decayed instead
Once they gave such pleasure
Their scent wafting in the air
Unparalleled they stood
In beauty beyond compare
Their haunting scent is gone now
The petals have faded away
Dropping softly to the ground
Unnoticed at the end of day

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And that is really true
But too often the eye is unseeing
And vanity clouds our view
The flower that gave such beauty
That we loved to gaze upon
Is still to be revered
Although now faded and gone
Just as the face of a beautiful woman
Who’s weathered the ravages of time
Is remembered still for the pleasure she gave
When she was in her prime.

Copyright©2007 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reseerved)


Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2011


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True Beauty

Intro
It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there is only one I behold as the 
one beautiful enough to see the true beauty within.

I
I wish that I could tell her how I feel
I wish that I could show her I'm for real
I'm going to give her all that she would need
Listen to my story and take heed
II
The sun may rise, the sun may set
The power of her beauty they will never get
Many have tried without any rest
To obtain the beauty that she possess
III
She has the smile of a baby
But the soul of a lady
She is in search of that perfect love
The only one that comes from above
IV
When I look into her eyes, I can see the pain
Wherever she looks, it just seems to rain
But through every situation she has stood tall
And kept herself from a great fall
V
Some may ask if she is real
Can one be this perfect without a seal?
To know the truth of what I've seen
Just look in the mirror to know what I mean
VI
We have held hands throughout the years
We have also shed many of tears
One thing that I am proud to see 
You have become a beautiful woman to me


Copyright © Steve Malebranche | Year Posted 2007


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The Eye Of The Beholder



Heard it said, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” My eyes see much beauty, start to lose my composure Go all wiggly It's a conspiracy To trap us guys, it easily can cause overexposure


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016


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Mirror mirror on my wall

Who is that stunning dame
Glancing back my way
With lovely brown hair, eyes
Day after day
Don't tell it's but little ole me
For mirrors sometimes fib
And have a tendency to lie
And not always be true
A little bird whispered
For I am as god is
And that’s all I do need
to know n hear each day
From god above
For no mirror can tell me
What I already know
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
 
Just remember when
The mirror does reply
It lies and does fib
To everyone and all


Copyright © leah ross | Year Posted 2009


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The Beholder

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
however big and bold,
that is what I may well of been told,
in this life of old.

Trying to awaken my consciousness,
for I must be comatosed,
surely I am not in the living world,
my head must be in the clouds.

I wake up in a sweat,
not knowing what has just happened,
it all seems so surreal,
do I stand in judgement or appeal.

Piecing together my thought processes,
was it a dream or a reality,
wishing, thinking of my grandmother watching over me,
sending me a sense of calm and peace.

I will stay with that thought,
that beautiful vision,
of my grandmothers mission,
to deliver peace and harmony to a muddled brain.



Copyright © Amanda Sullivan | Year Posted 2012


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eyes to the soul

Eyes to the soul, is that true, I wonder, is that why I don't look up?  To keep my inner most deep thoughts under lock and key? 
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then why aren't I blooming about for all to see? 
Good thongs come to those who wait,  yet, here I am still waiting, what's wrong with me?
You must let people see the good inside you, let them judge for themselves, I can't stand much longer for this good times to come.

My eyes are closed for those to see me, it's nothing grand, what do I have to offer that others haven't already seen?
Same thing, different day, nothing really important to say, if you truly want to see inside my soul, take me by the shoulders, turn.me around, lift my chin up to your face, and you will see, a lifetime of tears come falling down like spring rain, for I have been without human compassion for way too many year's.......


Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015


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God's Grand Designs

Strolling thro' the zoo today, gazing at the various creatures,
I marveled at their shapes, colors and other distinctive features.
Some were graceful and sweet, others were cute and cuddly;
Others were grumpy and clumsy - some were downright ugly!

The ungainly giraffe, for instance, altho' much maligned,
Is one of the most graceful beasts that God designed.
But I saw no glamour in Godzilla the nine-hundred pound gorilla,
Scowling and holding the hand of his homely mate, Drusilla!

What splendid lions, tigers and other cats pacing to and fro!
And is there a more elegant animal than a fleet-footed doe?
The camels, elephants, kangaroos and yaks look mighty weird.
The buffalo isn't all that handsome with its shaggy beard!

Tho' 'tis risky with sneaky snakes, 'gators and crocs to coexist,
Even they are beautiful, according to the adoring herpetologist!
I suppose only its mother could love the lumbering rhinoceros.
For what purpose did God create the sinister hippopotamus?

Some seem to have been desisgned by an ad hoc senatorial committee,
And, alas, the results did not turn out to be all that pretty!
But beauty is in the eye of the beholder to savor and enthrall;
For each to treasure all of God's creatures, be they great or small!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2010


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What is Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It is not a size or a shade or a color. Beauty is not something that can be measured with a measuring stick. It is not something that can be contained either. Beauty is an attitude of the heart. It is a drop of dew on a leaf for a butterfly or the scent of a rose to a bumblebee flying by.

Beauty is not at all what people really think.

It is so much more to me. 

Beauty begins in the heart. It is the sum of all the thoughts of a person. It is the reason that gets someone to stand on their own two feet each day and then walk out the front door to serve their King. Beauty is not so much in the eye of the beholder, but is in the thoughts of the conceiver. How will you believe in your beauty this day?
 
Do not allow the enemy to deceive you into believing his lies over you. Do not allow the enemy to bring your discouragement because you are not a certain size or from a particular region of the world. Are we not all from the melting pot of God? We are all made in His image and we are all created to worship our King. How many times has the enemy tried to tell you that you are ugly and not worth anything because you did not look a certain way?  Lift up your head for you are wonderfully created in His image. 

Do not conform to the ways of the world, but by the renewing of your MIND.


Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2015