Behold
When I finally
stopped looking at just me
The divine moment where I started to see
A beauty who breathed in pursuit of my wayward heart
Because you created and knew mine intimately from the start (Psalm139)
You knew exactly what words to say
That would break
through my every defense.
And yet you
still chose me, despite all the dark places I tried to protect
You picked
up my head and whispered my new name (Rev 2:17)
Though your gaze I’d tried hard to deflect
Slowly you’ve
taught me your Word
The beauty
of which I can never unfold.
I see
your hand in every page of that book
At first
glance, as a mirror, I naively saw me in those words of old
But with
time, your enduring patience and grace
It’s now You
I longingly read to behold (Acts 4:12)
As my life
passes by and I look back on my walk
I see your
hand constantly at work
Though I don’t
always understand, my trust has grown deep,
And I know
you always make sense and recycle the hurt. (Romans 8:28)
God help me
to fathom your heart
In your own words, so lowly, humble
and deep (Matthew 11:29)
For without
it I cannot begin show your kind of love
To a world, my world, who needs it right now from me
And help
this be my ever-present goal
For all of
the rest of my days
No matter
what challenge sure lies ahead,
Press on and to finish the race.
For to live
is Christ and to die is gain. (Phil 1:21)
I now know this life only dimly reveals
That beauty I will one day behold
As I breath my last breath, taking hold of yours
And see you face to face.
