Not a Pretty Sight

Wrecked and ruined on the inside

All painted up on the out

Wracked and run o’er by conditions

Beyond my control or my clout

Nothing real special about me

Just like all of my friends

Stressed out and burnt out and strung out

By both my means and my ends…

My heart was not a pretty signt

Yet you looked it in the eyes

And there I met the gaze of love

And I was so surprised

That hearts can see the lamp of light

When it’s all dark outside

And hearts can gain unending sight

When Jesus lives inside…

And now I am seeing the wonders

Of men dressed in rags and bones

They may not look like much to you

But to God they are never unknowns

The least of these are the reason

That Jesus still keeps us around

And seeing with eyes of eternity

We see sanctified saints dressed as clowns

My heart was not a pretty sight

Yet you looked it in the eyes

And there I met the gaze of love

And I was so surprised

That hearts can see the lamp of light

When it’s all dark outside

And hearts can gain unending sight

When Jesus lives inside…

Anthony Foster

June 20, 2002