by Patty Lynn
When I lay down and pray to GodOr Jesus Christ, His Son,
I imagine He's a giant tall
Compared to this small one.
And as I look into His faceHis tenderness is there.
His eyes are clear and sparkling.
He listens with such care.
But sometimes I imagine this:Just how He looks at me
When I am doing something wrong.
His scowling face I see.
Yes, I imagine that He looksSo disappointed, sad,
Like I looked when my kids were small
And they did something bad.
But I know when I come to HimWith a heart that is sincere,
There's a look that shows His mercy
As my "giant" God comes near...
It's then He gently scoops me upAnd says to me, "My child,
I'll love you always, ever."
In a voice so soft and mild.
What comfort my God gives me.His forgiveness is complete.
Then carefully He sets me down
Again right at His feet.
These earthly pictures help me hereTo feel my Savior close,
But someday I will be with Him
And all the heavenly hosts.
It's there I won't need picturesImagined in my mind.
For I will see Him face to face,
My Father, sweet and kind.
No greater moment will there beAs hand in hand with Him,
I realize with my own eyes
My images were dim.
They can't compare to "actual,"For now I'm ever blest.
Imagination there on earth
Was limited at best.