by David Hetrick
A precious photo album have I, a favored book.
Every day I turn its pages to ponder and to look.
A portrait of my Savior unfolds on every leaf;
His eyes of compassion soothe away any grief.
His nail-pierced hands reach out and beckon me
His heart of loving kindness overwhelms my thirsty soul.
From beginning to end, a story is told
In rhyming hues and prints so bold.
ON THE VERY FIRST PAGE He is pictured with His Father
creating all things and building a world.
Later on He became one of us, a helpless human baby;
Yet see how his presence transforms a lowly stable.
Beyond all doubt, this is the most familiar of all reprints.
Then I see him as a child
in His adopted earthly father's carpenter shop
Helping him build
but knowing His mission is to build the lives of men.
ON THIS PAGE He appears as a boy of twelve
obeying His Father in Heaven
and astounding the learned men of earth.
THIS SET OF THREE PRINTS is a wonderful display
of His endurance in temptation.
In #1 He pauses amid stones that appear as loaves bread
In #2 on the dizzying height of the temple spire;
In #3 on a high mountain overlooking the world's kingdoms
Not once did He yield.
What a comfort to know He is near when I am tried.
SEE HIM HERE as He walks on the water
and calms the wind and waves.
How reassuring to know He is Master of every situation in my life.
THIS ONE always touches my heart.
See how He blesses the little children
as they eagerly press in around Him.
"Except you become as one of these..." He said.
I like to picture myself as one of them.
AND HERE He is seen in His role as Good Shepherd
cradling a tiny lamb in His strong, gentle arms
safe and secure from all alarms.
THERE He communes with Moses and Elijah.
See how His face glows like the sun.
THESE TWO PRINTS display his mercy and forgiveness.
In this one by the side of the well
He convinces a woman of her sin.
In the other, He graciously pardons a woman
condemned by unjust men.
HERE He speaks to a crowd of 5000 or more
and nourishes them plentifully, body and soul.
ON THE NEXT PAGE a very solemn and tender scene
greets my sighing eye:
See the comforting angel who comes to strengthen Him
as He kneels in the garden with the burden of my sin
and the sins of all the world upon Him.
Then He is seen standing alone in the judgment hall---
no one to defend Him.
And oh, how my soul within me will cry
reviewing how He was condemned to die.
It breaks my heart to see Him grieving so;
To think it was for me He suffered shame and disgrace
at the hands of wicked men;
Yet He forgives -- for I was one of them.
Even in the midst of agony and pain
His gracious invitation to Paradise is extended to a penitent
THIS NEXT PICTURE is truly a postcard scene.
Such brilliant color!
It is Resurrection Morning!! It is an empty tomb!
and a triumphant risen Lord!
Notice how the cross remaining there on the horizon has been
transformed into a glorious symbol of love and grace
OOOOHHH, LOOK AT THIS ONE....
an immense panorama filling two whole pages.
Here He is with his entire family
all assembled together for this special portrait.
There is Yahweh/God, the Father
There's Yahshua/Jesus, His faithful Son
And look at all the angels.
There are the saints of ages past, and here are many more
of just men made perfect
(but not just men --- there are women too)
I can imagine that's me there,
the tiny speck in the lower right corner.
EXAMINE CAREFULLY THIS CLOSE-UP
See his eyes of flaming fire.
See His clothing of pure, shining, white light.
What a portrayal of perfect power!
Ultimately, I see Him enthroned with his Father
there in rainbow--encircled majestic grandeur.
As I gaze in awe, I hear Him say, "You will sit with Me".
Many more scenes I could describe as I close the book and sigh.
These are not mere memories of days gone by,
But true revelations of his love drawing nigh.