back to Your presence, Lord,

I sense the warmth and grace of Your gaze,

     I am comforted in Your sight.

It’s such an amazing contrast

     to what is in my view—

A senseless maze I cannot see through,

     turmoil everywhere.

When my eye is on You, I see Your hand,

     the work of Your Spirit shines through.

The maze takes on a puny hue,

     the turmoil a smoke to be cleared:

I sense that You’re working Your purpose;

     I’m encouraged to persevere.

My heart is stirred—until something moves;

     and my eyes move with it to see.

I’m unwittingly swept into life by sight,

     my thread of faith cut through.

Once again I must fix my heart on You,

    But one day, I shall not be moved.