Faces flash throughout my dreams,
Baby, childhood, youth and teens;
Teething, crying, laughing youth
Pensive teenager searching truth.

Faces of so many scenes
Faces flashing through my dreams.

Faces of the last goodbye,
Silent face the day you died;
Face I envisage now you're dead
Glorious light which surrounds your head.

Face that I am longing for,
And the one 1 can't ignore,
Is the face I'll see again
When my own life comes to end.

Face sculptured by the love of God,
Moulded with His loving rod,
Embellished now within His light
Yours my darling, 1 claim that right.

© Helen Catherine Cramer
20th January 1984
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