Why is beauty so treasured?
It’s the quality of the heart that will be measured
Considerable lines upon my face
Not one badge of honor would I erase
A brittle back that’s slightly bent
Attests to sufferings Satan’s servants sent
Hair so thin and yellowed-white
Shines in Glory in my Savior’s sight
My vision growing dim and blurred
Sees from memory, what now is obscured
Beauty vanishes in a flash
What’s in the heart will forever last!