Vibrant life drips through wide eyes,

And soaks the mind with colors,

Fresh glimpses of varied scenes,

Captured by lenses of grace,

Sweet images stored to heart,

Now retrieved through pain’s window,

Former views once crisp and new,

Clouded by gentle raindrops.

Behind the lines

Depending on your age and life stage you may read and relate to this poem differently. Each life is a unique story captured through many lenses from baby eyes to death’s door.

What is your life story? Which chapter are you in? What are some images that come to mind? What do others see? What does God see?

Only by God’s grace can we see Him for who He truly is (through the second birth). Have you seen your sin through the lens of the cross?

For this is the will of my Father, that everyone who looks on the Son and believes in him should have eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day. (John 6:40 ESV)