The Rapture

That life still presses on

After His glance

In time that held the years;

His face frozen, forever etched,

Fixed in mind, yet askance,

Oh, how I love Him.

Not shallow, but deep -

Permanent -

Like words on a page

Without rapture -

Yet, for me only, it is.

Oh, how I love Him.

Photo-shot, forever,

A peripheral view,

Of a fleshly face, hiding eternity,

That marked the years

With me.

Oh, how I love Him

An indelible mark - lasting

Forever;

In one secret moment

Grasping the truth

For the first time.

Oh, how I love Him.

The time we fought;

The time we built up;

The time that passed.

Rapture, Oh, Rapture!

Oh, how I love Him.

Where the years of light grew dark

And where the dark gave light

Over the years, so many years,

Rapture, here it is

On His face for me.

Oh, how I love Him.

Lifting me up in a rush,

Oh, how I love Him.