Seeing With the Eyes of My Soul
(While working in a far away country, helping kids with special needs, I sometimes missed the blue skies and beauty of home until the Lord again helped me to look at what really mattered)
I live inside this grey cocoon,
No beauty can I see,
Outside so far away I know,
The flowers still will bloom,
I know the Master who creates,
Made rivers, stream and trees,
But inside my cocoon it’s grey,
I see no colour here,
I long to feel a gentle breeze,
To see the stars up high,
O Lord, You made all things so good,
The sunset and the rain,
But inside in this grey cocoon,
I cannot see Your works,
I cannot see the beauty, Lord,
How will my soul survive?
But then I looked and saw her there,
Inside my grey cocoon.
A little child who needed love,
Created by His hand,
I saw the crown of all he made,
For those, He shed His blood,
And in my grey cocoon, I heard,
A melody of love.
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