Written Sunday, July 10, 2016
I see you worshiping in bare feet,
And look down at my dress shoes,
I hear you singing your language to instruments,
While I sing my four-part, English acapella,
You raise your hands and face to the sky,
While I clasp my hands and bow my head.
But what God sees is two broken souls
Torn ragged and dirty from sin,
What God hears is the cry of lonely hearts
Seeking after His love and grace,
And it is God’s eyes that cry with us
And His hands that heal us.
And when God touches us we see,
That we are both saints wearing grace,
We hear the heartbeat of hallelujah,
And the song of the redeemed pouring from our lips,
We reach out and touch hands,
And feel the love He’s given us to share.
We realize that in God’s eyes,
We are the same–
In different ways.
This is so beautiful, Yolanda! I look forward to reading more on your blog.
Praise the Lord! I am glad it could bless you.
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