Unseen

For the beautiful barista

They may not notice
The way she smiles as she serves the morning coffee
But everyone knows
People are clueless when they're groggy

They may not notice
The way she listens as they voice their complaint
But they know not
The many woes she holds back with restraint

They may not notice
That she keeps a mental note so she may pray
But how can they know
The things they can't see anyway

They may not notice
Her smiles, her struggles, her tears, her prayers
But who is concerned
With a life that is not theirs

But she sees, she prays
When they need her, she stays
To listen and love
Imparting words from above

This unseen beauty
Not one in ten
Return with thanks
To her again
Weary yet faithful she
Still serves joyfully

And the Son said
"She is my Bride
For her I gladly died"
And the Spirit said
"She is my useful cup
And I will fill her up"
And the Father said
"I made her beauty. See
The glory she brings to me"