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THE PORTRAIT
The portrait of my Father,
Fairly takes my breath away.
It overpowers my whole being,
I am in awe of its display.
The eyes are hypnotizing,
I can't pull mine away. I feel I'm being drawn in, I am compelled to stay.
They penetrate my very soul,
I am transparent; I am bare, I cannot hide myself from them, They are on me everywhere.
I feel a sense of shame,
When I try to meet His eye, I want to say I'm sorry, I was the reason that He died.
As I study that fine face,
And I think about man's sin. I beg forgiveness on my knees, For the pain we've put Him in.
So young, so vibrant, so sanctified,
A face that radiates. I shield myself; the Light's too bright, Too aureate and great.
Within that very portrait,
Are many men, I find. A mother's son, a father's son, A Savior of mankind.
I see serenity and patience,
I see strength, I see endurance. I see comfort, I see care, And I see a Blest Assurance.
I feel so insignificant,
In the presence of the King. I cannot gaze upon that face, Without a humbling.
His countenance, magnificent,
Quite beyond my comprehension. I'm truly awed, indeed, by God, So overwhelmed by His dimension.
By that portrait of my Lord,
I have wholly been engulfed. I have never known in all my years, Such an overpowering love.
That portrait's more than just a picture,
It is an affirmation of God's grace. It's a holy inspiration, And a confirmation of man's faith
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
copyright 8/13/00
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