The Gaze

Oh, how it pains me to look into
the gaze that has seen all!

My spiteful sin, blatant rejection,
My pitiful fall.
—
Like a banner of defeat,
upon that forbidden tree,

His body draped lifeless,
For you, and for me.
—
Yet, In His excruciating pain,
when I am nowhere in sight,

He pictures me — and holds on
with all of His might.
—
Streams of tears from
His weary eyes drop,

Though His heartbeat might cease,
His relentless love will never stop.
—
Heaven holds its breath,
As does He,

“Oh my child,
if only you could see,

the love I have poured out for thee.”