Eyes That SeeA Poem by Patrick GrantA reflection on the difficulty to connect with God.
My mind is like the dog from up
Wandering and sulking in defeat My heart is crushed like the witch of the east And I’m wondering if I’m homeward bound Because freedom is ignored or never found I was lost but now I’m found But I still feel on the ground Or with eyes on the ground Where are the hills? Where are the heavens? Where does my help come from? This small eye infection Has leavened my entire being I still have eyes but they stopped seeing I still have ears, but they have trouble hearing And hands that refuse to be doers Eschewing the senses for a temporary sense of apathy It truly makes no sense Where can I find the One whose life was spent to redeem my soul? Where can I find my King? Who was slaughtered as a lamb? Where can I find the victorious lion? What does it mean to engage in daily dying? To daily experience eternal life Who can hear my heartfelt crying? To whom can I pour out the depths of my distress? Or the profoundness of my joy Or the expanse of my desires Or the heat of my passions The regret of my decisions Or even the emptiness of depression Is there one who cares for the soul? Who cares for the whole of my being? Is there one who asks for my believing? In the midst of doubts, struggles or pain Where is the One who brings joy? That transcends my cognitive capacity Is there one who motivates my will to chase after life? With a renewed voracity Oh Lord, I need this renewed voracity To be driven by your love Compelled to seek your presence Comforted and made clean by your wounds Planted by life giving streams Not fearing drought or heat Oh Lord I need eyes that see Ears that hear and hands that do Oh Lord all I truly need is You. © 2019 Patrick GrantReviews
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