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He Sees
We are seen and this should be sobering to consider
He sees beyond your eyes into your soul.
He sees past your dreams and every goal.
He sees, not, your failures and mistakes.
He sees through your smile, that is fake.
He sees your pain, you don’t talk about.
He sees your every worry and doubt.
He sees your memories and flashbacks.
He sees your wants, desires, and lacks.
He sees your anger and distaste.
He sees when you felt like all was a waste.
He sees you when temptation rises.
He sees what your heart prizes.
He sees when you’re obedient.
He sees your heart’s every ingredient.
He is the Holy Spirit.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Very well written!
Beautifully done! And He still loves us. Wow… 🤩