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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." Matthew 25:45-46. 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 greater influence than the most eloquent sermons... 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? --Unknown
Face to face, what will it be, When with rapture I behold Him, Jesus Christ, Who died for me? Chorus: 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. --Lydia
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