Your Eyes

Your Eyes..
Your eyes see my life, my dreams & my hopes
Your eyes have seen my twisted words and how those words hurt others.
Your eyes have seen my cry and wail as I worship you
Your eyes have seen me be kind to those that needed your kindness
Your eyes have seen be cold and indifferent to those that you see
Your eyes have seen my failure, my faults, my ugliness, my darkest desires
Yet in your eyes I can still find the love you have for me
Yet in your eyes I am more than name
Yet in your eyes you see what I am, who can I can be, and all that I will be
In your eyes I want shine, I want to see joy
When I see your eyes in those around me may I be better than I am
As others see my eyes may they see yours.

Why I am blind?

Why am I blind?
What is this darkness that I know..
Is it from a birth defect? A bad gene? or the results of a accident?
I see no light I could not tell you what your face really looks like.

I am blind by the events of the past. Because someone chose
their own desires rather over the love they knew..
I am blind because she was deceived..

I am blind when I see the homeless man
I am blind when I see nothing but the promise of the flesh
I am blind when I look in the mirror and see nothing..

Only the dirt being washed from my eyes by your hands…
Will I ever see…
I long to see grace and love
I long to see you….

Your Hand

Your Hand

When I think of your hand I stop and pause

I pause at your work of your hand

I see the colors with my eyes and the colors of the things not seen

I hear the work of your hand I hear the bird sing

I hear the cries of newborn babes

I hear the whispers of the married lovers..

When I think of your hand I see it in the mix of my life

From the cool air that blows in my face to sadness that I feel

When I let you down.

I want your hand in my life because it hold so much more than blessings

It is connected to you. You my king.