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