I HAVE SEEN HIM

I have seen Him in His glory,

Without diadem.

Filled the horizon, He came

Down not to condemn.

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Face grew smaller as He came,

Silently so clear!

Clearer still as face to face,

Smiled!  I felt no fear!

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Uncommon, sure, Son of God!

The Face!  Then He smiled!

Jesus!  And His countenance

Seeing me undefiled!

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Determining a passion for children,

Children that He made!

A sheer joy exuding from His

Face, not stiff nor staid!

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Joyful!  Glad!  Near like a child!

Like, want to play a game?

Not like One crucified,

Not like one crucified in shame!

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But then as though recalling

A saddened look compiled

And sorrowing, expressing, despairing,

As though by sin defiled.

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Remembering the sins of all

The world called to bare.

Heavy laden so sorrowful!

Tempted to despair!

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I must!  This!  All the sins of all

This world contained

In this body, heart of mine,

By Father disdained!

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Foreordained as I die!

Most hideous!  Inspired

By doomed enemy of my soul,

Who from the start desired–

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Doom of all and me, His worst

Foe, once Arc Angel

Over all the Angelic Host

Cannot untangle!

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the tangled Sam (day after Christmas)

A LONGING

Remember the delight of children?

I recall being away

Then returning after a week,

Just nothing left to say.

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Exuberance may convey the feeling,

Shear joy of father’s return.

Squeals of delight same contingency

But why?  The what discern.

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Well, being gone now, he’s back to explain,

Is not necessary!

Father’s return means showers of love!

Gifts?  Mere contingency!

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Not required, His love is enough!

Been gone!  Now he is back!

So simple!  So what is the explanation?

Joy shared, of which no lack!

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Comparing natural to Father above,

The Father of us all.

Do we delight in His returning?

Or is death the instant call?

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It was not too clear in distant past, but now,

Sure, now at expectant age,

It is almost as though I just cannot wait.

Cannot wait to turn the page!

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But wait I must!  Still work to be done!

Thoughts are still, like, containing,

To be expressed, thoughts of Heaven still

Longing, preparing, engaging!

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Sambo 07.26.11