Real Eyes

Those who hurt us the most are those who most need our prayers Father, Son and the Holy Ghost and all the responsibility that bares With words that pierce our very being and actions that openly reveal However, it is in the seeing, such a beautiful Queen dressed in Teal With our hearts being all broken they become so sensitive to touch All those angry words spoken over what really doesn't mean much Standing there so lovingly before such a gift of peace for your heart There's no reason to open angers door so why would you even start Every single rude comment that slam up against our fabric of pride And what that had meant in the nerve of those who had even tried Still standing there She hasn't moved, Her Hands now outstretched A Peace that has so often soothed despite the lines that are etched We'll continue to make mistakes the only thing we can call our own Feeling everyone of life's aches without any true Light being shown Kneeling down before, each day, as to thee do we send up our sighs How in Your sweet and gentle way You so often allow me to realize Queen of the Universe Our life, our sweetness our joy Pray for Us!