As I get older, I look at beauty with different eyes. I think of one lady in the nursing home whose mind was keen, but could not move her arms or legs, yet her smile brightened the day of every nurse, visitor, and resident who stopped by her bed. She possessed the kind of beauty that never fades.
Satisfy us each morning with your unfailing love,
so we may sing for joy to the end of our lives.
And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: