He looks at me. Seeing deep into my heart I feel His probing questions. I wait for the answers. I try to be still and not squirm under His penetrating gaze. In my weakness I desire Him to look away. He is relentless to refuse my request. His eyes upon me continue to burn away imperfections. His eyes plant seeds of loyalty in my heart. I long to see who I am in His eyes.
2Ch 16:9a For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show Himself strong on behalf of those whose heart is loyal to Him.