Through the Eyes of God
our vision unfolds
we sense the truth of living
but somewhere in this confusion of words
we hold back in our giving.
You see them stumble- the fall- the pain.
You see them hungry and dying.
You turn your heart again and again.
You turn your soul without trying.
Stop and think-
look through those Eyes.
You possess that precious gift.
You're the only one who can look
through those Eyes.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem