A woman I knew years ago, her name was Bonita
but this her looks did not show.
Before you think I am mean, I'll tell you what was unseen.
When she knew what my wife was going through,
she gathered gifts, she knew what to do!
What she sent to us made us glad, inner beauty
is what she had.
The tears she shed for us in our need, God sent this woman, truly of Abraham's seed.
Her true beauty was God's work within, her spirit
and soul, he had freed from sin.
So Bonita does not always mean beautiful from
what our eyes do see, this is a secret from God
to me.
I dedicate this poem to Bonita, who was a treasure
those many years ago when she worked for me.
Author Ken
May 2012
Content from a draft on my site; www.gracefaithgift.com
