You love him even though you have never seen him. Though you do not see him now, you trust him and praise him, and you are filled with a glorious, inexpressible joy. (1 Peter 1:8)

 

Dear Father, I don’t see Your face;

But feel You in a warm embrace

In every single grain of sand;

The darkened, veined, brown, wrinkled hands dispensing grace.

 

The beating wings of birds in flight,

In rustling leaves in breeze at night,

I hear Your whisper softly say,

“I love you; please know this today; in this delight.”

 

At every turn Your glory’s seen;

Deep, lasting rain that washes clean,

To golden sun which dries and warms.

If I allow, I’ll be informed with each new scene.

 

Each day I notice more and more

My acumen increased by score

Your Word’s intentions are revealed

Which formerly were once concealed; Son, I adore!

 

And I, though I do not know how,

Can see Your splendor even now

Through eyes which see my looking glass

And realize Your Spirit’s vast Vine to my bough.

 

So grateful You did gift me grace

And unrestricted loving space

To come to You; You set me free.

In freedom, now I hear, I see; You rescued me.

 

Now all of us, with our faces unveiled, reflect the glory of the Lord as if we are mirrors; and so we are being transformed, metamorphosed, into His same image with ever-increasing glory, just as the Spirit of the Lord accomplishes it. (2 Corinthians 3:18)