Finally Seeing

Some claim love is blind,
But I say true love sees,
Every imperfection, yet,
Loves all the more indeed.

The more that true love blossoms,
The more it can relate;
The life in me, the good in me,
I did not myself create.

For it's only by my Master's hand,
A true craftsmen is He.
He sees the beauty in everything;
A work of art in you and me.

Oh how I pray and long to know,
To fully understand,
All it took to love so much,
To give all with no promise of return.

For it is only by His live,
So freely given to me,
That I can stand with purpose,
That I can be so free.

One day I will be so blessed,
To bow down at His throne,
And to forever know Him,
As I am so fully known.