PRAISE TO THE UNSEEN

In my nakedness I saw,

what could not otherwise be seen:

A mishap body,

whose sores had once been covered like a skin.

Till there, where the radiant light

shone brightest upon me keen,

A window opened, or a door,

to allow a fresh breath in.

Just as new and unpolluted waters,

over skin B to clean B

Can reveal the battle scars,

inflicted by friend, foe, or kin:

So finally, I could understand

whatever it did mean:

It was a hidden Goodness,

Undarkened by the cloud of sin.

 Therefore, praise be to God,

who did appear to remain unseen.

His acts of love and mercy

yet work upon my soul therein:

To prepare me for my mansion's room,

in which I've never been,

At last, to crown me with a victory,

which I could not win!

©  Byron J. Samson  2003

Original Midi Selection by Geoff Anderson
Midi Title " Angel Footprints "

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