I see this man, but not His face,
As He rose from the watery grave.
In my mind the picture is clear:
He is doing the righteous thing.
I see a man, but not His face,
Who is obeying His righteous call.
I see the spirit of Almighty God,
In the form of a beautiful Dove,
Fly from Heaven unto Him
To remain there forevermore.
I see a man, but not His face,
In a lonely deserted place;
He hasn't eaten for forty days;
Is weak and facing death.
In my mind's eye I see this Man
Resist the Devil's tempting plea:
If You really are the Son of God
Make bread from the rocks You see.
I hear this man, but not His voice,
As He answered this devilish one:
It is written in the Word of God,
Man shall not live by bread alone!
I see this man, but not His face,
Who, from a very lofty place,
Viewed the entire earthly scene,
As He heard the Devil sneer:
All of these I'll give to You,
If you'll only worship me!
I heard this Man, but not His voice;
As He answered this devilish plea.
It is written in the Text of God:
You shall worship only Me!
There have been many times
I've beheld this Man,
Though I've never seen His face,
And many times I've heard Him speak,
Yet I've never heard His voice.
You must understand, my doubting friend,
I live by faith in Him,
And faith gives me an image clear,
So a face I do not need.
I hear Him speak, without a voice,
Yet I know He talks with me!
For faith gives me the evidence,
And that is all I need.
I only need to understand
That God became a man;
His facial features I do not need,
Nor the scars in both His hands.
I do not need to hear a voice,
To teach me His commands,
For I receive each day I live
His voice within my mind.
Hiram D. Bennett
April 29, 2005
Poetry and Inspiration by Hiram
Eaglewings Ministries