His Eyes

There are days like today

So awful, Lord

Days filled with pitch black


And my mind tries to see You

In the blackness

I cry out where are You where are You?

Then Your voice

I can hear it Lord

Just a little, but it’s enough

For now

I yearn to truly hear You

I need to truly hear You

To hear the rushing waters

The Living Waters

It isn’t time yet, right?

I will wait. I have to wait.

One day when the waiting is done

Your face will be before me

And Lord, Your eyes

I  dream of Your eyes

What will the eyes of  Pure Love

Even look like?

Holy and Lovely

Unlike anything I have ever seen