OUR LORD’S IMAGE
If I were an artist
I’d find the richest hues.
All the colors in the rainbow,
And other ones too.
I must find the best canvas
That money can buy.
Then set it on my easel,
And then I would try.
Where do I start?
How can it be done?
To paint the love,
Of God and His son.
There have been many,
Who have won accolades.
For their own perceptions,
Of how His image is made.
But I know in my heart,
It is not a reality.
To capture all the Heaven,
Holds for you and me.
How can man perceive,
The glory of His face?
And stroke the canvas,
Full of his amazing grace.
There are not enough colors,
Displayed on any chart,
To describe all the majestic,
Qualities he imparts.
Men of old would hide,
Their faces in His presence.
Because of His most
Illuminating Countenance.
Until we are called to join,
Him in our Heavenly home.
The greatness of all He possesses,
Will never be known.
So do all that you can,
To make ready to go.
Enjoy His presence in your heart
Until His image he will show.
©Shy Barr
May 26, 2004
Exodus: 33: 20 - 23
And He said, Thou canst not
See my face: for there shall no
Man see me, and live.
And the LORD said, Behold,
There is a place by me, and thou
Shalt stand upon a rock:
And I shall come to pass,
While my glory passeth by, that
I will put thee in a cleft of the
Rock, and will cover thee with
My hand while I pass by:
And I will take away mine
Hand, and thou shalt see my back
Parts: but my face shall not be seen. |
