And when I finally catch a glimpse
Perplexed so at the sight of this,
How could He take His sight off me
I know He hears but, still, He only
The very One Who loves me more
Then, suddenly, He looks at me,
and as He reaches out for me,
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Seeking, with all diligence,
the face of God Most High;
the very depths of me, unto
my Risen Lord, they sigh.
of Him Who saves by grace,
I see His very mighty hands
covering His face!
anxieties arise:
Why would the God of help and guidance
cover up His eyes?
amidst all these fears?!
So I appeal, with shaky voice,
unto His very ears.
stares into His hand!!
Very humbly, I confess
I do not understand!!
than anyone could know,
will not, the very least bit of
attention, to me, show!!
deeeeeep into my eyes;
His undying love, in silence
there I realize;
a numbness bids me calm
as there I see my photograph
imprinted in His palm!!!!