I wrote this my sophomore year at Whitman, while living with Ben and Eric and falling for Zoey. What a great time, and hard time, in my life. But I just chanced upon this, and decided despite my distaste for poetry that doesn't rhyme, I liked it. Woot.
I long to see His face,
To ascertain things unseen,
The face of Him our Creator,
To comprehend who He is.
I long to see His heart,
To know His Plan for my life,
To understand my place,
To have faith in His will.
I long to see His hand,
The power of Almighty God,
The presence of the Holy Spirit,
The grace of Jesus in my life.
He lifts us up, from more than we can bear,
He loves us beyond our incessant sin,
We no longer need tear at our hair –
He overcomes the weakness of Men.
Praise God for His mercy and grace,
Who despite our debt does us adore,
Who removes our blemishes, leaving no trace,
Healing in us what we most abhor.
Lord, we want to love you more!
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4 comments:
Hmm your Poems are always beautiful even if they don't rhyme. Well done! Btw we should talk sometime. I need to catch you up on some things!
that was a beautiful time, and you are a beautiful man.
though sometimes you smell like penguin.
and look like sasquatch.
you suck at updating..... just fyi!
hey homeslice. long time no see. whatcha been up to?
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