Choosing to be un-blind

by Poet on the Piano   Feb 7, 2011


Father of Love,

I do not mean to hurt You
and shelter my life from
Your ongoing sight.
Consuming myself
in such pretty things,
I swallow a room
tipping over with
empty, thoughtless care.
You tell me who I am;
there is no need to act
a part to win, You crafted
me in your merciful image,
and from blood you outpoured,
I will learn to shed the greatest
sacrifice You suffered for.
I give You my life, absolute trust
and no words to explain your greatness.

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