Mine Eyes to Thee

Many complain to the Lord
About their tired, sore eyes;
Lift up to Him so long-
With no reward or prize.
But if we are persistent
In prayer and soulful praise...
We shall rise in wisdom,
One awesome, brilliant day!
With Holy understanding
Of the power of pure Love;
We can "fly" as eagles-
And soar high up above.
Discernment comes by "degrees"
(As David wrote it down)
To pass along through ages...
Sweet songs to e'er resound.
God WILL Preserve and Comfort
When we call on His name-
Prostrate in contrition;
Washed clean, and ne'er ashamed!
~penned by lynn foust

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