Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Your trash was his treasure and he didn’t even know her.
The mystery of this lady is that she always smiled.
He asked for her number, but she had nothing to give out.
He wanted to help her, but she denied his hand.
She started to shake, she could barely stand.
He noticed her behavior — he asked her a favor.
Her chest got tight like somebody made her,
Panic attack is what she called it.
The tingling in her arms and legs, she couldn’t hide it.
He asked what happened — the cat must have caught her tongue inside.
Cats have nine lives — no one — she said no one.
We can act like animals, but we are both human.
The Lord is my shepherd — what is he doing?
He walks in mysterious ways — be careful what you say.
The Lord is transforming you to a better day.
You get what we deserve, or do we really?
Does God gamble, little angel, don’t be silly.
No, he does not, but where can you find God at?
In the bottom of your soul — and your actions will show it.
Actions speak louder than words, you can only control your own words.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
You have a purpose, a gift — we have one mouth and two ears — be still and know he is God, but be careful and listen.