To Look Into Your Eyes


My Lord Jesus come... for the world is dark and the signs are near
For I long to look into your eyes, or kiss your feet so dear...

Where will I be when the Archangel shouts loud?
When the trumpet sounds, I pray I will only make you proud...

I see your Holy Spirit moving in the hearts of men
My Rose of Sharon come ... to this wickedness put an end...

My bridegroom come ... and take away your bride
Like a knight in shinning armor, no longer your face to hide...

My Almighty Warrior come, and fight the battle on the Armageddon plains..
You are my eternal fountain and in it your blood still remains...

For the blood you shed which freely ran
will not be forgotten by the hearts of men...

I see the world reveling in wickedness as sin is called good
while good is called evil and they would kill us if they could.

To be rid of those who love you and are called by your name
But not even satan himself can ever erase your fame...

Your weary dusty feet once trod upon this earth
But even back then they could never know your worth...

If I be counted a lunatic for gazing at the moon
Perhaps I am, for I can see your face upon it, like some old ancient rune...

After this chaotic life, you have moved me to a quiet place
Where I can let your Spirit fill me and worship you in tranquil grace...

Though I still wrestle with demons, and it seems they are trying to take away
My sanity, my hope, but from You My Lord, they cannot make me sway...

I grow tired of churches filled with cookie cutter people
who dress up in fine clothes and sit like stones under steeples...

So until you lead me to the place I belong
May I worship you in every breath I take, in every song...

Let my good works be in secret that no man should know
For my reward will be in Heaven for only you to show...

For you are the most faithful love I have ever known
No one knows my heart as you, and knows how I have grown...

When those who love me cannot understand, let them forgiving be
For I know that you My Dearest Jesus, are the truest friend to me...

Amongst all the rampant sin you can hear the angel's cries
And ever grows my longing to look into your eyes....


Vonda ~ (c) 2004


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