The Glory of a Woman
The glory of a woman isn't her hair
It's not the way she adorns her body
It isn't seen in the way she keeps her home
Thank God
Or in her perfection
For even the best-intentioned fall short
It isn't defined by what she has
Not husband, not children, not career
The glory of a woman is in something not seen
It's a peaceful and quiet soul
It's a heart awakened to her purpose
A heart unafraid to feel
Unafraid to give and receive
Who accepts the way she's been made
And who loves freely
It's most clearly seen
In the faces of the ones she loves
And believes in
As their smiles reflect she's been there
Her heart reflects the One she serves
The One who created her
The One who loves her
And called her
And fills her.
God, make me a woman like this.
It's not the way she adorns her body
It isn't seen in the way she keeps her home
Thank God
Or in her perfection
For even the best-intentioned fall short
It isn't defined by what she has
Not husband, not children, not career
The glory of a woman is in something not seen
It's a peaceful and quiet soul
It's a heart awakened to her purpose
A heart unafraid to feel
Unafraid to give and receive
Who accepts the way she's been made
And who loves freely
It's most clearly seen
In the faces of the ones she loves
And believes in
As their smiles reflect she's been there
Her heart reflects the One she serves
The One who created her
The One who loves her
And called her
And fills her.
God, make me a woman like this.