He Saw Me
Created on Tuesday 30 September 2003
On the balcony of space
Stood a pure and holy God.
And in awesome solitude,
He stood alone.
Not one faint star to give him light,
Just endless rolling blackest night.
But somehow through
All the darkness He could see.
He saw mountains high and lofty,
He saw valleys lush and green,
He saw babbling brooks,
And wild flowers grow,
Even heard a robin sing.
But He felt a strange compassion,
As close to love
As pain could be;
Standing there in His tomorrows,
He saw me.
He saw me in His likeness,
He saw me just like Him,
Pure, clean, Holy,
Spotless white within.
But He saw me bound in heavy chains,
And longed to set me free.
But He knew if I became like Him
He must become like me.
Anon.
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