Tears on the Face of God

Ever since the fall of Adam, humanity has struggled to trust God. Is He truly as good as He says He is? Could He possibly forgive us our worst sins? Does He really love each person individually and unconditionally? The answer to all these questions, seen in the Suffering Christ, is a resounding YES! However, each one of us must hear this answer for ourselves. We share this poem with you in the hope that it will draw you to a deeper relationship of trust with the One Who has “loved you with an everlasting love.”

Tears On The Face of God

“No man can see the face of God and live.”
So spoke the chill of wind rushing down
Down from the exalted snowy mountain
No matter, for I can see hordes close by
Black jackals with bloodstained teeth
Snarl, remind me of my many sins
They never leave me alone, these fiends
Always circling, snapping at my heels
Watching for a chance to leap towards my throat
And God? He is holy. And He is in heaven
Why should He care about one little girl?
What could one little girl mean to Him?
They tell me He will never leave me alone
If I am careful not to offend Him again
But I can’t, and I find myself night after night
Alone with these bloodthirsty mongrels
Alone … Afraid … Waiting the final blow
They say tonight He is coming down to us
I tremble with fear and shame, waiting
Huddled in a corner, trying to hide my face
Waiting for the judgment of this Monarch
Whom I so often offend, despite all my efforts
I hear His footsteps, slow, soft and gentle,
They do not sound like a judge’s tread
The sound comes closer, closer to me
Stops in front of my crumpled form
I feel a strong hand on my shoulder
I flinch, anticipating pain, rebuke
Pain which does not come upon me
Instead, a gentle, protecting touch
Touch of comfort, of mercy and love
I glance up through lowered lashes
Catch sight of a powerful arm upraised
But not against me … against my foes
With casual effort keeping them far back
I dare to look up still further, higher
My breath catches in my throat, startled
For I can see the face of God.
And God’s face is covered in tears.
Tears and crimson blood flowing
From a brow mangled by thorny crown
My eyes fasten upon the tears alone
As they run between bruises and wounds
And then His lips begin to move slowly
I can hear the voice of my God and king
Not a voice of angry, thunderous rage
A voice deep, soft, broken by little sobs
”What have they done to you, littlest lamb?
What have they done in My Name?”
I gaze at the crying face of God
Big, bottomless eyes of purest love
My fear falls away like shattered chains
Chains I did not know were there
I lift my face to look straight into His
Every glance confirms my new feeling
As it begins to break upon my heart
That I am everything to Him, somehow
That He loves me with unimaginable love
That I have nothing to fear from Him
Before I can stop it, I fling myself
Into those tender, strong arms
Sob as I look upon my tearstained God
He presses me tightly to His loyal, beating heart
”I belong to my Beloved, and He belongs to me.”