His Gift

His Lord gave him a set of eyes, not just any eyes Brown pupils, resembling a bursting star Little did he know of such gift, to know of others cries In them he too saw many other things, including all of their lies Lost at time of words, speechless he found himself in front of those he held dear O' what would he do should the part Alone he was at a very young age, to his shadow he toasted on the holidays Eight years later, on his knees he is always trusting in his prays Every soul is different from the next, we see it all like we see our reflection in the mirror Pay audience for I surely tell you that some spirits believeth so to be superior Yet other although they sit up high still feel inferior One must learn to love the interior and not the exterior Some say they posses magical powers, of great wonder Only God is all mighty, at only to He will you pay worship For He is a jealous God, creator of all, with love He gave His only son for us As a token to eternal life, only the hearts the believe in His son A freeway of problems, tears and smile traffic his everyday He stares in amazement of how human kind came to be a belief that has set him free, as he truly understands of God Alas he writes for its his gift