What Beauty?

what beauty is hidden for all to see,

if we would seek we would be blinded by it.

what beauty was in his face while he hung

the face that people learned to be the face of the Messiah

contorted and twisted and bloody and painful even to look at

but still showed unmatchable peace.

what beauty was in his eyes

the eyes that looked on children with love

the eyes that looked on a sinful and evil wordwith love

and did not punish though he had power and authority

but sacrified himself

what beauty is in those eyes?

for his eyes said more than any poem can

it made hearts sing with more beautiful melodies than we could fathom.

if we were to look in those eyes, even though he was dying,

we would see life.

life that we've never dreamed.

life that need not thirst or hunger.

what beauty is in the scars on his hands.

the hands that he used to serve by washing his disciples feet

the hands that were used to draw a line in the sand where he gave grace

the hands that were used to touch a leper.

the hands that he hung by to serve, fogive, and heal me

what beauty is in the scars on his feet.

the feet that he walked across the earth with

the feet that he walked to undeserving lands

what beauty is in the story of love

who can match such a love

who can fathom such a love

why does this beauty sting our eyes to look at

what beauty is in the heart of the saviour

the heart that did not condemn

but asked forgiveness over the ones who hung him there

asked forgiveness over us

asked forgiveness over me

because i hung him there.

i hung him there and he asked forgiveness over me

that heart that did not condemn,

even as it beat its very last

what beauty is in that heart?

how beautiful is our saviour?