elected – Christ a poet

Do you really have to look the part to be selected?
Prim and proper, well dressed
Hair done, turban worn
Steps on a single line
With praying hands
Solemn eyes, long tassels

Do you really have to look the part to be elected?
Not to touch, not to taste, not to handle
Not loudly but surely
Without skeletons falling out of your cupboards
Whitewashed as long as no one sees the tomb

Do you have to look the part to be picked?
Rough edges, Carmel’s skin
Shouting woes, killing bears
Being uneasy, having long beards

Mere eyes deceive
Stay ready, words steady
Knowing his heart, searching his will
Being selected, elected, appointed was never by the looks
It was by the books to show His mercies.