My mirror is mistaken in what it shows me,
The me I see not even close to true;
I’m fooled by my reflection and what my eyes can see,
The same pertains to how I look at you.
There’s more to you than meets the eye,
You’re more than you appear;
Beneath, behind your clear disguise
Lies truth I need not fear.
It matters little how you look,
The color of your skin;
You’re not your cover, you’re the book,
You are the you within.
The poorest may be wealthy (I know it may sound odd),
And beauty may be difficult to chart;
How sweet would be, were we like God,
Who sees and loves the heart.
“The Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
(1 Samuel 16:7.)