When time bequeaths a bitter blow,
And beauty’s blossom wanes in woe,
Remember sin is all to blame,
For Eve did forfeit her good name.
But God is gracious nonetheless
In letting beauty be a guest
A little while.
More wonderful than this is such
A boundless beauty sin can’t touch.
It’s there beneath the painted face,
The wrinkles and the miles of lace.
A bit of glory shines within
A holy heart, defying sin
With holy smile.
9/10/1982 while at work
Field of Vision 