When I seek the beautiful face of Jesus in my pain, I see His thorny crown, cracked lips and sunken eyes filled with tears.
When I seek the beautiful face of Jesus in my anger, I see His authority- bold, honest, truthful, restrained by His love.
When I seek the beautiful face of Jesus in my doubt & fear, I see Him in the garden of Gethsemane, drinking the cup of courage, pain and self-denial.
When I seek the beautiful face of Jesus in hunger and loneliness, I see Him pressed by the crowds, feeding the five thousand, being touched by the sick.
When I seek the beautiful face of Jesus In my humiliation, I see the radiant Glory from His throne, a Glory He rains down over my soul.
He has been there before me, Now He welcomes me to share in all He is, Never will He leave me, In Him I am at home.
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