IT WEARS NO FACE

   It wears no face

      It has no style, It has no grace

It’s sometimes Black          

It’s sometimes White

And in the beginning

   There is no light.

  As time wears on

     It forms a face

     Full of sorrow,

 Not a day to waste.

 You’ll  never guess

 You’d  never know

                                        The way my eyes have opened so.

                                      By the Blessings that the Lord
Bestows.

 Make me a Vessel

    I prayed to Him

                                         Now that I’m Forgiven of my Sin.

                                              Use me Lord in any way,

                                                   That you see fit,      

                                                    In every day        
     .

 The face it claims

 Could be anyone,

Father, sister, or your son.

                                It goes by names like "Fear" and  "Hate"

                                                While others judge

 It’s just your fate.

                                          But before you condemn

Before you decide,

                                   You’ll have to put away your pride,

                                              Your prejudice

                                                      and

Your judgement too

                          Because someday it might be affecting you.

                                           Now it wears a face

                              It has some style, It has some grace.

                         With no more sorrow,With no more tears,

That face is mine

                                          Which the reflection mirrors.

                                            And the peace I get

                                           From the Lord Above

                                        Is all about His Holy Love.

                                                    Karri

                                                  9/17/96