I see His face

I woke up this morning with a simple tune in my head that seemed to need words, so I sat down and wrote some. It needs the music with it, really, and will need lots of refinement, but this is where the song stands at the moment:


I See His Face

I see His face behind a plastic shield,
His gentle gaze above the tight-fit mask.
He looks into the eyes of the dying
and holds their hand when family can't be near.

I see His face in many all around me
who do their work in spite of their own fear,
the postal workers, surgeons, and the grocers,
interpreters for those who cannot hear.

(Refrain:)
  We're told to have His visage in our countenance
  that when He comes we'll know Him right away.
  I'll have no trouble recognizing Deity
  because He's here around me every day.

The teacher reading stories in the driveway,
the trucker who would rather be at home,
the children gathered 'round their Grandpa's window
to remind him he is loved and not alone.

Delivering meals, they follow the Deliverer,
standing apart they act as one.
The parent turning into teacher, barber,
counselor, cook, and nurse, they're never done.

(Refrain)

In quiet ways continuing what they always do,
caring, loving, serving in His place,
but now we are aware,
we see they've always been there,
and now that we can see, we see His face.