Sight
There is a cloud
of witnesses
Upon whom we
Gaze
The unwearied ones
The brave ones
The persecuted ones
Whose faith was not yet
Sight
But they could
See
Past the unknown
Past the impossibilities
Past the mockings
Past the battles
Past the chains
Past the torture
Past the loss
Past the wanderings
Past death
They were
Looking
Unto Jesus
The Author and Finisher
of their faith
Whom they now
See
Face to face
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Bob & I really like the Sight poem!
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Thank you, Bob and Cheryl! That is encouraging! Mary
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