The Sky

How sweet they lay, the gentle skies
That comfort all the earth.
How cruel must be the Devils eyes,
To not believe their worth.

These eyes they see through blackened holes,
Distressed by life's vibrations.
Blinded by their only soul,
To see not God's creations.

For open eyes not yet possessed,
With care give love and glory,
Onto a world that once was blessed,
And tell of Heaven's story.