Vision

 

My eyes were clear, yet could not see
All the glories you would show to me.
Then one day my eyes were dim
And I saw so clearly the glories of Him.

I had missed the simple splendors
That were always mine to behold;
A mountain in all its grandeur
and gentleness of a rose to unfold.

So thank the Lord for the little things.
Enjoy them while you may.
Embrace whatever each day brings.
May the gift of insight always stay.

klm - 2006

 

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