I Do Not Long to Look on God

I do not long to look on God
       with fugitive and sneaking eyes.

I do not long to touch His hem
       with hands that drove his nails.

I do not long to praise His name
       with this tongue which speaks no truth.

I delight not in the voice of God
       --I whose ears are tuned to flattery.


Sometime soon I'll die,
and in faith, by Grace,
home to his face I'll fly.

When that time comes,
but for faith
and His Grace so steady
would I go
kicking and screaming:
"Wait! More time!
I am not ready!"