The Face of God
The Face of God
Are revealed in the face of His Son;
His nature and character of love
Are portrayed in His person.
He said if we've seen Him, we've
Seen the Father for they are one;
To see and know the Father in faith
We only need to know His Son.
Jesus is our heavenly Pattern
We must look to Him each day;
He will give us strength and courage
To walk the strait and narrow way.
He will ever guide and teach us
And give us grace and glory;
He will make known to us our duty
In proclaiming the Gospel story.
Many people in lands far and near
Are living in darkness and sin;
They need to know the blood of Jesus
Can make the vilest sinner clean.
They need to accept Jesus Christ
As their personal Lord and Saviour;
His death upon the cross saves from sin
And gives unmerited, loving favor.
His workmanship created unto good works,
We are His eyes, ears, hands and feet
To help the least of these our brethren
With temporal and spiritual needs to meet.
As these lofty thoughts danced in my mind
I went to bed and a dream came upon my head,
I came to a house and knocked on the door,
A kindly-looking man opened the door and said:
I know, dear child, what you're here for--
To meet God--to see and touch His face,
But you can't; go back where you come from
And do His works and He'd give you grace.
I turned away sad that I didn't see God,
But as I turned the corner my heart stopped,
A man was looking for food in a garbage can,
He was thin and looked pretty messed-up.
"Hello!" I said, "I have lunch to share with you",
As we were eating, I heard a whisper in my ears:
"My dear child, you've just touched my face
And made me smile and in my eyes are happy tears."
I was humbled and awed by such a message:
God smiles and cries happy tears by good deeds;
Oh, I wanted to do all that's pleasing in His sight,
To be ever mindful of others and their needs.
Encouraged, I got up and started for home,
Not long I met a woman whose face was sad;
She told of how life had been grossly unfair,
It seemed everything had turned out bad.
I was impressed to tell her the old, old
Story of the cross, the spilled blood;
She listened, her tears flowed, then smiled
And said: Today I've seen the face of God.
That others may see and touch the face of God,
I fed the hungry, cared for the destitude,
Helped the poor widows, the orphans and
Visited the sick and those in prison's solitude.
It seemed the more I did Christ's works,
The more I sensed His presence near,
I knew for certain if I put out my hand
I would surely touch Him there.
Someday when my work is finished
I will bravely lay my armour down;
He'll then fulfil His promise by placing
Upon my head the immortal crown.
"Then shall he answer them, saying,
Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye
did it not to one of the least of these,
ye did it not to me. And these shall go
away into everlasting punishment: but
the righteous into life eternal."
I looked back in time at my life and
Marveled at all that He had wrought;
First thing I'll do when I rise from my grave
Is reach out and touch the face of God.
Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2005
exemplified in the daily life
of His followers
will exert a tenfold
than the most
You are writing a gospel,
A chapter each day,
By deeds that you do,
By words that you say,
Men read what you write,
Whether faithless or true,
Say, what is the gospel
according to you?
Face to face, what will it be,
When with rapture I behold Him,
Jesus Christ, Who died for me?
Face to face shall I behold Him,
Far beyond the starry sky;
Face to face in all His glory
I shall see Him by and by!
Only faintly now I see Him,
With the darkened veil between,
But a blessed day is coming,
When His glory shall be seen.
What rejoicing in His presence,
When are banished grief and pain;
When the crooked ways are straightened,
And the dark things shall be plain!
Face to face! oh, blissful moment!
Face to face--to see and know;
Face to face with my Redeemer,
Jesus Christ, Who loves me so.
--Lyrics: Carrie Breck;
Music: Grant Tullar
The above poem, The Face of God,
was written in loving memory of
Wilfred Gerald Ramsey
whose unselfish labor of love for others
has touched a chord in my heart.