The Wanderer in the Valley of Vision

Set to- "Knowing God" Meditations on His Beauty~ Part 3 Who is this lover that I should gaze And be arrested by His voice and eyes? That I should seek Him and embrace To hold as a priceless bridal prize? What can cause bloom to my affection When Beauty's Maker remains hidden? Why do I only seem to find the light strokes and trace When I have seen the visual in comparison to His invisible face? He bids me seek Him out and love Him greater For at His wondrous art I was not meant to linger Great is my surprise then, when Beauty with upturned face Is lost in the wonder of her Maker's grace Selah I hear the powerful mysteries And beauty in their art A hundred different stirrings Sound the chords of my heart Yet, though awesome is their skill and strength Drawing my eyes to this frame of sod Yet revelation bids me confess at length That worship alone belongs to our God I cannot deny the beauty full in face That stirs my soul and enraptures my gaze For a moment, all understanding is lost in the embrace And an ancient mystery so strong causes it to fade But then, in the midst, my soul finds the answer When my heart meditates That the Potter, Composer gives all these things shape The music of her laughter The living light in her eyes Framed by her flowing hair (And a perfect smile) Stirs mortal fountains to rise Where can we find the One accountable Who mysteriously purposed this wonder And give His work to be seen so fair? Open my eyes that I might grow For I do not see as I ought to see Never knowing as I ought to know Prizing what is fading; it is idolatry O cursed are the mirrors that we hold and bring Glorifying ourselves as goddesses and kings Are we self-created? Was this all by chance? Yet we have lifted ourselves against the God Who holds our breath in His hand We are delivered and yet we take credit Imago Dei: We are made in His image Our lives are mirrors set to reflect His character Purposed to glorify Him by finding in Him our pleasure O may I grasp more than just a trace I would have all that I might wholly embrace To dive into portals that are locked to my ways Bring me an answer that will end my chase For these wonderful mysteries make my heart upset Like a building that stands in testimony to its architect And many are attracted and curious to know So may Your works inspire me To seek and follow wherever You go My Savior, take Your hand And lift my eyes to You Teach that I may understand That You are worthy To be whole-heartedly pursued I have sought to save myself By leaning on understanding my own But today (and daily) I will die to myself That, unhindered, I may follow where You go Though I gaze into beauty, full in face Help me not glorify what is passing away (My eyes see yet my heart instructs differently)  All that exists is purposed to guide us In giving Him praise The Creator and Designer of our fragile frames Send grace to remove my blinders And heaven's flame to renew; inspire! My flesh be purged and the Spirit replace And let all that within me bless His Holy Name O God of Mercy, teach me To worship You! Amen