The Light
The Light
Sometimes when we’re coming out of darkness,
The light stings our eyes and everything appears just a bit too bright,
And we ask the Lord,
“Am I free?”
And God heals our eyes to see everything that he is doing on our behalf.
And we begin to cry tears of gratitude.
And suddenly our eyes adjust to our new freedom,
And everything seems more beautiful than we could possibly imagine.
And we rejoice, because we realize that the beauty all around us is real.
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