they tell me to turn my eyes upon Jesus,
but his is a face I cannot see.
What color are your eyes, Lord?
Do you like to smile, or do the burdens of this world
make you weep?
Do you have scars on your face, or just on your hands?
Do you look like your Mother Mary?
Do your features expose your divinity?
I lift my eyes up to the mountains,
I consider his handiwork,
the moon and the stars-
and I think I see it, I think I see him.
An outline of his face in the great and mighty rocks
A glimmer of his eyes in the sunrise on the sea-
but as quickly as I see it, the glimmer dissolves,
and glimmers are so hard to catch.
glimmers fade.
turn your eyes upon Jesus they say,
as the veil of this world hangs so heavy and so dark,
I can’t see him. I can’t see him.
someone, teach me how.
