Listen to me.

I have not seen your face,
in quite a while.

I sit here in this cottage,
rain pressing in
and sun breaking through
and I try to run but I cannot.

I sit with Him and I sit with Him
and He shows me His face
and He shows me, you.

I sit here on this porch,
feel as if I'm beginning to mold;
will these storms that scatter
with unpredictable surety
ever be through?

But I sit with Him and I sit with Him
and I see you, here, in front of me,
every child piece of the man that is you,
every long and lingering thing.

And listen to me, listen to me:
I will not stop speaking what I know to be true of you,
I will speak every strength every hope every joyful beautiful thing
into you and over you and for you and of you.

I have not seen your face,
but I see you, I see all of you,
and I will speak what I know to be true.
Look for me and listen to me;
I will not stop.