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God Sees the Heart<3 ~A Short Story~

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Hey guys! This is a short story that I seen on the internet and I would LOVE to share it! I do not take credit for coming up with this, although I do not know who actually did. So, the author is Unkown. But, this is just Careforbooks sharing it<3 So, please enjoy this inspiring, small story of how God can show anyone someone else's true heart...even though they may not have it all together on the outside, they could on the inside<3

Ps, this rhymes in certain ways. Every 2 lines... <3 enjoy:)

-Godbless!
-Careforbooks<3

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1 Samuel 16:7
"For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart." (ESV)

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I showered and shaved.. I adjusted my tie.

I got there and sat.. In a pew just in time.

Bowing my head in prayer.. As I closed my eyes..

I saw the shoe of the man next to me... Touching my own. I sighed.

 With plenty of room on either side..

I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?' It bothered me, his shoe touching mine..

But it didn't bother him much. A prayer began : 'Our Father'.. I thought, 'This... man with the shoes, has no pride.

They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!'

'Thank You for blessings,' the prayer went on.

The shoe man said.. A quiet 'Amen.' I tried to focus on the prayer..

 But my thoughts were on his shoes again.

Aren't we supposed to look our best. When walking through that door?

 'Well, this certainly isn't it,' I thought, Glancing toward the floor..

Then the prayer was ended.. And the songs of praise began.

The shoe man was certainly loud.. Sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters..His hands were raised high.

 The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky.

 It was time for the offering.. And what I threw in was steep.

 I watched as the shoe man reached.. Into his pockets so deep.

 I saw what was pulled out... What the shoe man put in.

Then I heard a soft 'clink' .. As when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me.. To tears, and that's no lie.

It was the same for the shoe man.. For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service.. As is the custom here.

We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow.. And wanted to meet the shoe man.

 So after the closing prayer.. I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark.. And his hair was truly a mess.

 But I thanked him for coming.. For being our guest.

 He said, 'My names' Charlie.. I'm glad to meet you, my friend.'

There were tears in his eyes.. But he had a large, wide grin.

 'Let me explain,' he said.. Wiping tears from his eyes.

 'I've been coming here for months.. And you're the first to say 'Hi.''

 'I know that my appearance..'Is not like all the rest. '

But I really do try..'To always look my best.'

'I always clean and polish my shoes..'Before my very long walk.

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