This is the sequel to Grasping–
Michael often tells me “Your eyes are sparkly.”
And I morn that I cannot reply,
“They reflect the joy of Jesus Christ in your eyes.”
In reality his eyes, just like all the others,
Reavel the stone prison
In which his love for God that longs to shine is
stobbornly smothered and neglected.
Sadly, still my precious friends refuse to quench
their thirst for Jesus.
The faith that would save their lives
And remake thier hearts of stone to those of
golden joy for Christ continues to be left
Un- toched in thier goblets of the spirit;
All the while scowling at the maiden who pours
If only they would let free thier devestated
Love for God and nourish it to health
Then they too would burn with passion for him, just
as the maiden who offered them golden joy for thier spirits.
As I gaze on Kingly brightness,
May my face display your likeness,
Mirrored here may my life tell your Story,
Continue to have Faith in me,