some say seeing is believing
but I cannot see my Lord
he is always all around me, yet never in my sight
restrained from his supernatural existence,
bound to a physical world.
yet like a blind man feeling the sun
I know when his presence is nigh
despite my every limit
and the restrictions of my humanity
I know
I feel him
I hear him
at times I wonder
if I almost catch his glimmer
the difference between the light and darkness
so strong it’s almost tangible
so great it’s almost visible
His light-
beautiful, breathtaking, bewildering
illuminates my soul
conquers the darkness
within me and around me,
envelops me, chases me,
overtakes me, guides me.
the invisible hands of heaven always leading me further on
that built me and bled for me and bought me at a price-
they hold me firmly and guarantee that
nothing can snatch me from them
even though I can’t feel their grip.
no I cannot see him
but one day face to face
I will look on my beloved
the veil finally torn away
shaking with joy my lips will cry out
“Worthy is the Lamb who was slain.”
and I’ll fall on my knees at the sight of his glory
overwhelmed by his beauty divine
and so gracious, so kind, so humble, so pure,
he’ll kneel down and lift up my face
“blessed are you who believed my child”
he’ll say as my eyes meet his
“blessed are all who believe in the light
of the one they cannot see.”