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.