Oh! My perfect Maker!
Placed my eyes on my face to see;
While there was no still water,
Neither was there any mirror to perceive.
I could not behold my own face,
But the faces of my brethren I see.
All members of the human race,
Made in this fashion in great degree;
Wonder If God deliberately made this so?
That in others I would see myself;
So I may truly love others good, bad, high or low,
Our imperfection, warts, faults nonetheless;
My reflection may be exact image,
But without the face, there is no identity.
Only in others can I see the face of Jesus;
His love delivers from sin and iniquity.
Others see me clearly as I see them.
In them I dare to imagine how I look;
Until we move beyond this realm,
I pray our names enter the heavenly book.
Then my visage will behold His glorious face,
As I join others to worship before His throne.
Of the earthly countenance there’ll be no trace;
His glory has transformed me to be ever His own.
(Gen. 1:26-27, 2 Co.3:18, 1 Jn.3:2, 1 Co. 13:12)
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