Weep not, precious child, that none look your way
My form and My face did not beauty display
I was not desired by eyes that can’t see
My glory was hid so the proud would all flee
Mourn not that this world does not flock to your door
I still am despised, to the rich, I am poor
My charms are all buried, My beauty unseen
I’m not what men look for, I’m far from their dream
Be with Me dear child, even share My heartache
Though poor in all else, be rich in your faith
See Me in your pain, know Me through your tears
By your side I will stay throughout all of your years
And know that this life with its pleasure and pain
Will soon be all past and My kingdom will reign
Where the good will be noticed and given its due
Where My glory will shine and your beauty will too!