Vision

Vision What do they see? These people here now? When they see me Is it me or them somehow? Is their vision limited to looks? Or can they see deeper where I live? Should I conform to ideas in books? Or do I freely this advice give: Our vision must be sure I could tell them without a doubt That our hearts must be pure I would tell them what it’s about! As I told them how wrong it is To project their image on me One of them said, please answer this: When you look at me, what do you see? My mouth then closed, My heart was humbled For I had supposed They alone had stumbled I place my faith in The Book Its hero told me this part To set my vision as I look To always see first their heart.