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They said Moses saw my Jesus,
Really saw His glorious face.
Every craving of my being
Ached and longed for such a place,
Just to see the loving Jesus
And His answer plainly hear.
They said seeing God could change me,
So I prayed to see Him near.

And when pain and tears o’erwhelmed me,
And my friendships only hurt,
When the joys of life all soured,
And my goals refused my search,
When I’d wallowed in my failures
For a month and many years,
When the dust was all I claimed to
Be my home and food and tears,

Then my Jesus whispered to me,
And He sounded, oh, so close.
He said, "Child, My hand was o’er you
As before you I arose,
Else you would have died in wallow;
I’d have lost you to despair.
In the cleft of rock I hid you
As I gave you of your prayer."

From the days of my childhood I had goals, vision, and a sense of mission. My deepest longing was to see Jesus.

Then a long time ago, I joined what turned out to be something like a cult. Willingly I gave over my money, clothing, time, and energy for the organization’s goals. Then they broke down my sense of personal mission and individual vision, telling me that it was wrong to want anything other than what that institution needed of me. By the time they had accomplished that breakdown, they had also separated me from my friends, my family, and my health. God became my only friend. God filled my vision; there were no others. During that time I wrote this poem.

That experience causes me to invite us all to become familiar with our organizations and governments and to do whatever it takes ensure safety and support for individual goals, vision, and sense of mission. If you don’t yet have a clear sense of personal mission and vision—do pray for it.

They said Moses saw my Jesus. They said seeing God could change me. Oh, yes!