I CAN’T SEE
I hope this will be the last to come from this outlook
In the morning, at noon and when the night is overrun
I jaunt on a white horse outside the house
When the earth is sleeping my heart is weeping
The sounding in fear; Is pounding death
I rise to the day; thinking they’ve all dry
But, in the end I stood still like a hill
That moves nowhere and is right there
The eyes of an eagle can see anything
But, HER hunting never cut across dusk
The throat of the wicked will be cut off
At the time it’s main
Why do I have eye like the eagle?
And seeing in the day is a daydream
While the night is a nightmare
Lord I am blind; my yolk is shelled
And my body is jacket
They all can’t see the light in the diurnal
I WANT TO SEE…… OPEN MY SIGHT LORD!
©2010
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