Behold

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.