The Eyes Of My Heart

There are moments my Lord, when I am alone with you that my passion runs high for the God of my creation and my mind struggles to imagine what my eyes cannot see. Moments when my heart races at the thought of what it will be like to be in the house of my Father. The place where your heart rules over hearts seeking your own and the enemy is no more. The place where all that exists is holy and pure and fashioned from the beauty of your heart, a place that evil never touched. These are moments when my mind wonders and I consider your everlasting greatness and immeasurable power. Moments when my mind can't resist the desire to see the God of all the universe whose throne sits high beyond the stars. Moments of longing when it struggles to imagine what no man could conceive. But in those moments when my imagination strains to create the image that no man knows, my heart speaks fondly of the God it would recognize in an instant.

The face is gentle, it is that of a loving and all knowing father that shines bright with the unimaginable Holy power of the one true God. Your eyes are filled with compassion for those who suffer, love for those who love you and yet burn with anger for those who abuse your love or the children of your heart. They see everything and nothing escapes your gaze. Evil cannot hide from them and darkness cannot conceal from them. They sparkle with joy at the thought of your children and blaze at the presence of evil. Your ears can hear the inaudible whispers of the repentant soul and the silent cry of an honest heart, but turn deaf to the wicked. To your ears, the sound of evil is an unbearable noise that grieves your heart, but they joy to hear the song of righteous hearts and enjoy the music of praise from those true to your love.

Your nose can discern the fragrance of souls from afar to tell the difference between the sweet smell of your true children from the stench of the world around them. One blast from your nostrils could bring destruction to all that men know, but the breath of them can give life where none existed. From your mouth comes all truth and all goodness, for you are their author. Your words move all of the heavens and the earth and nothing can resist the commandment from your lips. Even the stars, the planets and all of the elements of the earth obey your words, for they know the voice of their master.

Men may ask how we can know these things. But your word is your portrait and the best in us as measured by your word, is the mere shadow of your reflection in the mirror of our lives. For we are made in your image and any that is holy and pure and good in us is inherited from your image. You are seen by those who will see you, but hidden from those who refuse or won't take time to see. Your smile can be seen on the face of a newborn's father and in the loving gaze of a devoted mother. Your tears can be seen on the cheeks of the compassionate and your hands are seen reaching for those who suffer and when lifting the downtrodden. Your embrace is felt in the arms of those who love unconditionally and your love is given from the hearts of those who love purely. Blessed are the eyes of my heart to see the face of my Father when my minds eye cannot conceive and the eyes of my body are blind to your image. The eyes of my heart see that you are beautiful beyond the ability of my words to describe and give confident knowledge to my mind to seek that which it cannot see.