This face I see before me Is one without a race It has no color No distinct pace Then how in the world can it be a face? It starts to show And now I know The face has the color Of every single race For the face I see before me Is the face of amazing grace The one who will never be replaced There is no main feature No eyes No nose No shape But there's a perfect beauty I can never erase I can stare at him all day And think of the right words to say And on the day when I find myself in that wonderful place I clearly may see His beautiful face
Reason for writing:
I have been going through a rough time, and then I experienced the AWESOME feeling of God's Holy Spirit, and I saw him face-to-face... This poem is all about my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ! Without him, I wouldn't be writing these peoms, and no one would be here!
Birth sign: Libra
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