His Face

A poem by Gabriel Mattix

To see His face
His glory and grace
Majesty. Power.
Containing all time and space.

He spoke from heaven,
What was void became full.
He came down to earth,
And was crucified on a pole.

Who is this One,
Who created and died?
Who was killed by His children,
Who cursed Him and lied.

Hate could not hold Him,
In that dark, cold ground.
His love, it made bold Him.
Now His lost sheep are found.

He rose to life.
Over death He has won.
He swallowed our anger,
He is God’s only Son.

It was our sin that killed Him.
It was for us He died.
He went from throne to manger,
And we are His why.

He came to us for glory.
He came to us for love.
From hopeless and helpless,
To strength from above.

One day we will see Him.
This glorious Lord.
His name is Jesus,
Turn to Him I implore.

What will it be like,
To place our hand in His?
To look upon Him,
And see who love is.

To see His face,
His glory and grace.
To gaze on Him who loves me,
And carries me into His place.