Through His Eyes

Several years ago, in morning contemplation, the following poem came to light within me, which I titled “Through His Eyes”:

Cradled in the palm of His hand,
Through His eyes, I see all that I am.
I thought I was big, grown up and wise,
But not so, when seen through His eyes.

I lay there, tiny and curled up,
But a mere speck, not very much.
When seen through His eyes,
It’s scary to think I once thought I was wise.

This morning in my quiet meditative time the words, “through His eyes,” were jingle jangling in my mind and I revisited looking at me through His eyes.  As I sat their quietly, placing myself as best I could “within Him,” these new words arose within:

Through His eyes, I gaze upon me
And in awesome wonder He allows
Me to see what He does see;
Through His eyes, the Grace that is me.

Through His eyes the Spirit did reveal
What flesh and blood for so many years concealed.
Through His eyes the clothing peeled away
And I saw through His eyes the Grace of me today.

Sitting in awe gazing upon the me
I didn’t recognize what it was I did see;
There was perfection, and beauty and all things of wonder
Stripped of the flesh, all but me put asunder.

Through His eyes I gazed upon ….
A part of Him, the gift of His son.
The ignited Spirit that was left behind,
The gift of the Son that I be no longer blind.

There I stood, although stand I did not
For what I saw is not what I sought.
All around me, and yet a part of me and Him
Was the Glory of creation before man’s first sin.

Crowned with His Glory it revealed to me
The wholeness and holiness that before I could not see.
Just as He is One and is the I AM,
There was I, yet not, for all is One with Him,
No division of skin, no death from sin
Wholly and Holy as the Great I AM.

Comparatively speaking the difference in these two bits of prose is like night and day.  When I wrote the first poem I now clearly see that it may have been “through His eyes,” but it was tainted by my limiting concept and perspective.  I may have thought I was seeing “through His eyes,” but I was not, for the veil was still there and it was clouded and tainted by years of misconception about the reality of humanity, who we are as “people” as opposed to who we are as “sons of the Most High.”

Being His son (let’s not get generic and self-righteous about this business of male and female for there is neither male nor female to Him…..) I truly needed His eyes to see; not the eyes of the human flesh, the carnal, but the Spirit.

We are told in Scripture and I do believe that flesh can only communicate with flesh and Spirit with Spirit.  I needed the Spirit of me to hear and to see, not the flesh.  In order to do that, I needed to surrender (no this is not self-defeatist, but quite the opposite…it is freedom to Be and allow the power within me to rise to the occasion) all back unto Him; commune Spirit with Spirit and thus be enabled to see with Spiritual sight what the fleshly sight cannot see.

Can I describe to you what I saw this morning or how it was I saw it?  No, I cannot, but I can say that the words, “Crowned with His Glory{“ came to mind and thus in limited human terms I must rely upon the words that tell us that we cannot look upon His Glory….for we would be consumed because of our fleshly failings and imperfections.  It was as though I simply was…encased, a part of that Glory.  Being enveloped in the Glory, it was somewhat like not being able to see the trees for the forest.

If He allows me to see me through His eyes I will see that He has crowned me with His glory, for you see I am His son, His child.  We are told that all Glory and Honour belong to Him, and when I praise anyone or anything, yes even the wonder that is me, surely the wonder that is me, does belong to Him, He gets the Glory and Honour when I see me and you through His eyes, and the perfection in which we were created.

We see but dimly now, but on that day when we come unto Him, and I believe we can do that now during our sojourn on earth, we will get a glimpse of Him and thus see what He sees, through His eyes – when gazing upon you and me!