To My God Who Has No Face I Call. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
To My God Who Has No Face I Call.
This morning i love you my God.
In the night I climbed up the hill.
The rocky way was not hard
while I thought of you always.
You are my Lord and God.
My heart will not come to peace
until I reach you my God and Lord.
Thisholy morning I reached the top.
I call you looking up to the heavens.
I raise up my hands to you.
Do you listen to me my God?
Come and show me your face
oh the faceless and body-less one.
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He is the silent listener...every word of prayer...every heart beat..He hears...when we feel He is not hearing, it's the time He is working...keep writing dear Tony...Nothing less than 10
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The entire universe is His face yet He has no face.