To be or not to be, that is the question.
To be or not to be, that is the question??
To be like Him, to be not like men.
But the imprint of His Glory on your humanity,
the imprint of His face on your face,
the imprint of His truth on your life.
Amazing is this one we serve.
Amazing and incomprehensible,
yet he reveals Himself to mere men,
and leaves the imprint of His glory upon them.
Why regard us, oh Fair One,
and why seek out our wretched frame?
The imprint of your glory
should go on better stuff than this.
It is men of dust you use to proclaim
your glory in the earth.
We see your face and cry,
“I am not, I am nothing, and you are all.”
You are glorified in our lack,
in our nothing
in our not
We are not except for you,
And what we are is the reflection
of your face.
There we find our value,
There we find our I am
We find our being in you
and are content to be so.
Content to be lost in you,
identified with you and by you.
I Am is ours,
so we are.
Do not perform for me.
And may I enter in to that,
to delight your heart.
You are the fullness I desire,
the sustenance I need,
the place where I must live,
the bread that I must eat.
You are the garment I must wear,
the God I must behold.
Let me be in you alone
and therewith be content.
© Debra Webster 1992