How many times it has crossed my mind,

I've wished I could be just like her,

Soft and sweet, and dressed so neat,

A prettier person is hard to find.



She never seems to get upset,

Or rush from here to there,

Her manners are so perfect,

Why can't I be so fair?



But then the Holy Spirit whispers,

And when I pay attention I hear,

"You are looking at the outside,

Inside she's filled with fear".



I couldn't help the broad smile,

That brightened up my face,

Because inside of me,

All fear has been erased.



When I asked Jesus to be my King,

I gave my life into His hands,

I trusted Him completely,

All my problems to withstand.



It doesn't matter what I wear,

Or how I cut or comb my hair,

It only matters who I trust,

And how much I really care.



~ Eva Young ~



"Man looks at the outward appearance.

But the Lord looks at the heart."

1 Samuel 16:7 NIV