You look at the shells
covering the beach~
each one so unique,
each one so different,
each one not like the other.
You pick up the one
that looks the best
in your eyes
& then
someone else picks up the one
that you least like.
Two shells
Both beautiful
Both special
In the eyes of the beholder.
BUT GOD
looks down from
HIS HEAVENLY THRONE
&
sees the beach
covered with people~
each one so unique,
each one so different,
each one not like the other~
& then
HE
picks the one
who looks the best
in
HIS EYES
&
the beach is now empty.
No matter how you look at you
No matter how someone else looks at you~
BUT GOD SEES YOU
&
PICKS YOU EVERY TIME~
"I will give thanks and praise to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well" (Psalm 139:14)