But the LORD said to Samuel,
“Do not look at his appearance
or at the height of his stature,
because I have rejected him;
for God does not see as man sees,
since man looks at the outward appearance,
but the LORD looks at the heart.”
Like pretty cakes, appeal...
(but the truth of the matter is, this pretty frosting
could be covering something delectable
or extremely vile!
The outside doesn't tell...)
Below is a photo my daughter sent me today,
of a cake she made for a school fundraiser
(used with permission)
It looks great!
And I have tasted enough of her baking to be sure it will taste great!
However 'it looks great' alone is not enough!
It's what is under the countenance that counts🙏
Thought soon gives way to voice
The invisible genesis
Of love turns into choice
Thought's word and deed unfolds
Like leaves on many trees
Yet, countenance that gaze beholds
Is not what God’s eye sees
Eden’s forbidden fruit
Was pleasing to the eye
Thought entertained That Cunning Brute
Then partook of his lie
Pride mocks God, true and good
The evidence of thought
Is always clearly understood
Through fear of Him, or not
Like pretty cakes, appeal
But beneath what visage applauds
Is the crucial 'real deal'
Therefore, we ought to heed
Thought's hotbed of design
Ere aftermath of scattered seed
Hangs heavy on the vine
For as we think we are
Then, pray this is our plea
That meditations of the heart
Are pleasing, Lord, to Thee
© Janet Martin
I call upon You, O LORD; come quickly to me.
Hear my voice when I call to You.
2May my prayer be set before You like incense,
my uplifted hands like the evening offering.
3Set a guard, O LORD, over my mouth;
keep watch at the door of my lips.
4Do not let my heart be drawn to any evil thing
or take part in works of wickedness
with men who do iniquity;
let me not feast on their delicacies.
5Let the righteous man strike me;
let his rebuke be an act of loving devotion.
It is oil for my head; let me not refuse it.
For my prayer is ever against the deeds of the wicked.
6When their rulers are thrown down from the cliffs,
the people will listen to my words,
for they are pleasant.
7As when one plows and breaks up the soil,
so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
8But my eyes are fixed on You,
O GOD the Lord.
In You I seek refuge;
do not leave my soul defenseless.
9Keep me from the snares they have laid for me,
and from the lures of evildoers.
10Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
while I pass by in safety.