Treasure Island

Chanlin Boyd Cox

(Sunday, March 21,1993 / Hawkinsville.Ga)

What I'd Pay To Be The Proverbs 31 Woman, Instead Of The Proverbs 7 Woman (Beauty)


The beauty you have
Is the kind of beauty
Girls like me long so deeply to have

The beauty you have
Is your hunger for God
A girl like me always wanted to have it

The beauty you have
Is the kind that lasts forever-
-Oh, I would do anything to have it!

The beauty you have,
God smiles on you so brightly
And I miss His smile

Never let go
Of that beauty you have!
(It surpasses that of so many.)

[For Samantha; 6/24/09]

Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2009

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