Blind Is the Eye Deaf Is the Ear
Death brings life upon this trail of strife
Worry brings only agony and anguish
Saddle up and move on and then conquer
Let not your troubles surround your mind
Taste this freedom, this gift given upon the cross
Let the whales of the Devil flee your heart
Open thy eyes and trust with sight
Hear these words spoken and not, just read them
They are Gods recorded words placed in a book
To replay over and over until you receive them
Thick is the mind who cannot understand
Blind is the eye who cannot see them
These words spoken to me
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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