Monday, April 21, 2008

open my eyes

my eyes see nothing but dreary walls and soiled sheets, dirty green curtains and blood-stained needles. the faces i pass are sallow, wrinkled. the eyes that meet mine are fraught with anxiety, uncertainty and expressing every desire to be anywhere but there. my eyes see nothing but my clumsy hands and frazzled mind, trying to maneuver my way around diseased bodies, hoping to one day be a comfort rather than a nuisance to those who need care. but my eyes don't see it now.

"if my heart has grown cold, there Your love will unfold
as You open my eyes to the work of Your hands
when i'm blind to my way, there Your spirit will pray
as You open my eyes to the work of Your hands
present suffering may pass, Lord Your mercy will last
as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
and my heart will find praise, i’ll delight in Your way
as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand"
- from "oceans will part" by hillsongs


my eyes don't see it now, Lord. i see what i cannot do and am blind to what You can. i am focused on the death and the stench, not to the life You impart through my inexperienced smile. i really don't see it now. open my eyes, Lord, to the work of Your hands.

lishun at 11:24 PM

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