My world is beautiful

There is beauty in the gunky plates,

Teetering on the edge of the table.

There is beauty in a swept floor,

Everything in its proper place.

There is beauty in children’s thrilled screeches,

Running barefoot through the mud.

There is beauty in a toddler’s snores,

Tucked into their favorite quilt.

There is beauty in the sting of the rod,

That saves from foolishness and danger.

There is beauty in a mother’s embrace,

Her kiss on a scraped knee.

There is beauty in dirt crusted hands,

Which will not stop providing.

There is beauty in a suit and tie,

Claiming the authority God’s given him.

There is beauty in a blue sky first kiss,

Dreaming of a future together.

There is beauty in clasped wrinkled hands,

Dreaming of golden eternity.

There is beauty in the fire’s heat,

Burning away my sinful dross.

There is beauty in fresh lake baptism,

Washing away my heavy shame.

There is beauty in the Father’s hands,

Hemming me in on every side.

There is beauty in the Son’s blood,

The epitome of humble majesty.

There is beauty in the Spirit’s nudge,

Flaming the embers of my heart.

There is beauty in the Enduring Words,

A solid foundation for those who obey.

The mountians, the oceans,

The hills, the valleys,

The order, the chaos,

There is beauty all around me.