Some day, I'll meet the Maker of the sunset's glow.
He'll show me how the colors mixed just so.
He'll show me, too, the way the rainbow curves
And help me make my own (if I've the nerve).
He'll explain all equations, so I will understand,
And magnify the crevices all across the land.
Mysteries, I cannot fathom, will be explained, at last.
He'll help me see the beauty of the ages past.
He'll let me look at Jesus' heart ~ 'til He knows I understand
The way it broke and why He has those nail scars in his hand.
Then, He'll draw me close beside Him and He'll bring Jesus, too.
We'll watch the vastness of His whole universe in view.
One day, it won't be long, now, and the dark glass will be clear.
We'll see our Hope of Ages face to face, so very near.
He'll touch our faces with those loving nail scarred hands.
One day, there will be nothing that we cannot understand.
© 2004 by Joan Clifton Costner
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