The Glory of My Beard

From the dusty form my face, breathe life in me by holy grace.

Don't shave your bearded corners clean, let every follicle be seen. Each hair a

strand of love from God, a gift that tells a story. So I'll wear

His word in every place, my face declares His glory. May my beard

bring glory, glory to God above. He gave me the gift of

facial hair, something I grow with love. It's a symbol of my holiness,

a testament of my faith. This is why I'll never cut or trim

the beard upon my face. Anoint my beard with oil, flowing down my