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The Image of the Father
by DeAnna Brooks
08/23/06
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THE IMAGE OF THE FATHER



Though Iíd never seen my Father
I longed to know His face
To look upon His countenance
To feel His firm embrace

I gazed into a naked mirror
Looked deep into my eyes
Seeking for a glimpse of Him
My heart missed otherwise

But the mirrorís sole reflection
Was the clay from which Iím made
And it didnít know my Father
Nor the likeness I so craved

No, Iíd never seen my Father
Still, Iíd heard Him speak my name
So I continued seeking
For a likeness I could claim

Then came to me a whisper
A truth older than this clay
I heard a Voice speak gently
ďIím the Life, the Truth, the WayĒ

Oh, it wasnít in my countenance
Iíd see my Fatherís face
But molded in the Word Himself
His goodness, love and grace

In longing for my Father
For the likeness I so sought
I need have looked no further
Than the gift that Loveís grace bought

The likeness I was seeking
Lies within the Fatherís Son
The life that He laid down for me
And the race Heís so well run

Still, I yearn to bear His image
In this clay who knew His breath
Where Edenís seed lies buried
A seed that led to death

But the clay of my own making
Disguised the Fatherís face
ĎTil stone by stone it laid a road
Straight to a bloodied place

Where the image of the Father
Imprinted in His Son
Walked a path of likeness
I never could have done

It led first to a garden
He dwelt in every day
And it was in Gethsemane
He showed me first the way

The way to take into this clay
An image so Divine
As ĎNot my will, but Thine be doneí
Flowed from His lips to mine

Together then we walked the road
That first His steps did trod
A road up to Golgothaís cross
Where I see the face of God

A place where bled the Fatherís Son
Upon a wooden frame
Now becomes by Graceís love
A place that bears my name

A cross where written in Lifeís blood
A Fatherís love for me
Now clearly bears the image
Of the face I longed to see

Not in a mirrorís reflection
But of soulís now intertwined
I find the image my heart longed
To find as part of mine

For now I see my Father
Iíve looked into His face
Wrapped within the Sonís own love
I feel His sweet embrace





© 23 August 2006
DeAnna Brooks

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Tom Doyle 24 Aug 2006
Hi, What a great work!I love your style of writing. I am blessed by your offerings. Blessings, tom
Pat Guy  24 Aug 2006
Wow DeAnna! What a blessing to read before I go to bed! Come Monday, I hope you share this with everyone so they can be blessed also. Love, Pat
Joyce Poet 24 Aug 2006
Wow... chills... or rather, God bumps. Fantastic, Sis. My strange server FINALLY decides to let me receive notices of new posts again (as far as I can tell thus far), and isn't it just like God to send me here first... to a place where I must just stop and contemplate the grace, the beauty, the wonders of the love of My Father. Yes, I do believe He adores me. :::smile:::
Mitzi Busby 23 Aug 2006
DeAnna, This is absolutely beautiful! Thank you so much for blessing us by sharing it. Lots of love, Mitzi




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