Monday, April 25, 2016

This Which We See...




This which we see is always more
Than we can realize
And every moment, like a door
Hinged to a future prize

Misunderstanding breeds our ‘why’
The picture that we see
Cannot with its portion descry
That which waits yet to be

How small the visage of man’s thought
How All-in-all is He
Who sees what earth-dimmed eyes cannot
Love’s flawless majesty

Then we who still see, but in part
From steppingstone to stone
Trust He who sees the perfect art
After His work is done

© Janet Martin

 For now we see through a glass, darkly; 
but then face to face: 
now I know in part; 
but then shall I know even as also I am known.
1 Cor. 13:12

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