God,
Concealed before my Eyes
Lord,
Hidden in this Church
Jesus,
Present here with Me
Love,
Spilling from my Heart
Hope,
Welling up Inside
Joy,
Bursting forth from Me
Wonder,
As I gaze upon You
Present,
Here and Everywhere
Hidden,
in this Tiny Host
© 2012 Amanda
Scared by the Angel’s words
yet willing to say “yes”
Knowing punishment was death
and agreeing all the same,
somehow strong with unseen grace
Journeying far away
with only one who did believe
holding an Infant Child,
God’s own Son and thine
and somehow strong with unseen grace
Returning to your homeland
life begins anew
your Son stays in the temple,
ready to begin His work
and somehow strong with unseen grace
At thirty when He left you
your spirit traveled with Him
to see His wondrous miracles
to see Him mocked and run from town
and somehow strong with unseen grace
And in the city you were there
when He was condemned to die,
there to see Him disgraced
and die a torturous death
yet somehow strong with unseen grace
And when He did arise
to leave this world for heaven,
He sent His Holy Spirit
to comfort you and be with you
and to keep you strong with unseen grace
© 2012 Amanda
I was inspired to write this poem when I was in Adoration the other night. I just seemed to flow from my pen as I sat before the Eucharistic Lord and asked Him for guidance.
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