Help For
Hurtin’ Eyesight
Oh
Jesus...I need help for hurtin’ eyesight.
Sometimes
blind, sometimes seein’ with no wisdom.
Sometimes
I know that it has nothing to do with my eyes,
It has
more to do with the carelessness of my heart
Oh
Jesus...I need help for hurtin’ eyesight.
Honesty,
integrity, fidelity, wrestle within me,
Words
that fight with their mirrored antonyms, shadow-boxers
Living
through the wanna-be philosophical headlines of today’s news
Oh
Jesus...I need help for hurtin’ eyesight.
Not just
for the things that I see and understand to be right or wrong,
But also
for those people, places and things that I wish I couldn’t see.
Ignorance
slowly rolls into bliss if you let it...and forget it.
Oh
Jesus...if you could help my hurtin’ eyesight.
What I
might see...for the very first time,
like
images on a paint by number canvas that finally come alive
in the
beauty of the colors you created
Oh
Jesus...give me help for hurtin’ eyesight.
Heal my
empty heart, so the clouded, confused conversations
of my
life would take on an edge of truth instead of the idleness
of ego
and insincerity of wasted days spent trying to prove to all around
that
...I can see just fine.
