Have you seen Him here?
Was there any encounter with Him?
Did you experience Him? Or implore His mercy?
Did you go through His Blood to His throne?
Were you a constant guest at His feet?
Did you meet Gods way?
Did you see Him in a measure?
In the place of Prayer,
Did you look through His face
Revealed in His word
Did you let him beam through to you?
Did you see Him in creation?
The awe of His majesty,
Did you catch a glimpse of Him
In all His works great and small
Do you bend the knees here to Him
Did you call as He bids you do?
Did you come, did you sought, did you find
Did you or to busy through the wind
Do you long for His glorious appearance
Is your heart yearning for His Kingdom
Are you daily expecting
The glory of our God and King
If you never see Him here
You can never meet Him there
For all His own beloved
Sought him here before they leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Macaulay. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks