Searching for that perfect picture

Mine eyes were crafted to look upon beauty
I have been made to search for beauty
Beauty is good to behold
It opens the mind to the things unseen
It beckons beyond oneself
Opening up to the greater picture unfolding
Beauty is beautiful

How does one become beautiful?
Is it by the perfectly applied face paste and lip dye
or could it be the ten miles ran and weights lifted for perfection?
Is it the returning of leftovers into a dingy toilet
or could it be the time spent on evaluation and money for suction?
How about beauty of the nature?
Does it come by the carefully planned and planted flower arrangements
or the trimming of bushes into strangely shaped beings?
Does it happen through the money spent on water upon green
or the attraction of false forests called parks?
Beauty is beautiful
But then where does beauty come from?
From spontaneous atoms colliding
or humans designing from our meek minds?
What of beauty of the soul
Could that come from our own inspections and reformations?

I want beauty
I want to behold a sight that causes drops of salty wetness to fall
to be stunned so that my lower jaw hangs horrendously with droll dribbling out
to touch that which causes my heart to stammer and putter
to taste that which would cause my blood to become flames and ice at once
to smell that which would remind me I’m home
to hear the thunder of sweet symphonies and be in complete bliss
Can I have this beauty?
Though only the shadows of this beauty seem to be visible to my eyes
Though the cloud of this world gets in the way
Though it is hard to fathom how perfect beauty can exist
I want it
And I want it from the one
from he who created it
Who embodies all that is and ever could be beauty
To see perfect white made more pure by scarlet drops on the edges
Watch as his children become more beautiful
Through his healing that always follows our wounds
Through his goodness that always follows our crap attempts
Through his love that always flows every second of existence
His eternal, not our temporal

I guess that is what happens when I get a glimpse of him
I always go away wanting more the next time
My stomach is stretched out and I just want it filled to the brim of his goodness

His beauty or none at all
Maybe I’ve become a beauty snob
But I don’t think I could ever consider anything beautiful without Him or his touch


Beauty is beautiful
not like it’s obvious
And I want nothing else but true beauty


I have found beauty
My eyes are fixed upon my Holy King




Listen to My Beloved by Cory Asbury