The Lord sees not faces, as He looks down He searches the soul, within
Like a silhouette we are
It matters not, the color of skin
Nothing can be gained
With outward appears
But what can be lost
Without faithful perseverance
Beyond the form we are given
Past all the things we may treasure
He goes deeper.....
It is the heart He will measure
Is the color of our heart, pure
Are the words it speaks, kind
Does it listen, when He teaches......
What will He find
So this, Dear Lord, is what I pray...
Search my heart, please