MY SIGHT – MT. 7:4
I grasp the images of my youth
Pain and evil swirling round
Knowing all the while it’s through
I’m rid of you
Yet I hang on to those images
Viewing again and again
As a vacant tooth cries for a searching tongue
I seek out those things that hurt me
At the same time I criticize you
Do this; don’t do that
This is how you should be living
Oh God how can I be so blind?
Daily I’m bombarded with images
My eyes the windows of my soul
Lord if I can’t control old images
How will I deal with each day?
Trauma of any type
Burns images in our soul
Desperate to be whole
Lord cleanse me from evil
These images lie to us
Claiming we are this way
I know who I am, Jesus has cut me free
His precious blood cleanses me
Open my eyes Lord that I might see you
Give me release from these images controlling me
Help me see myself through Jesus eyes
That I might be a servant to those around me
Slowly slowly I am freed
Jesus has a hold on me, I have a hold on Him
My vision for God sharpens, I know Him better
I see YOU Lord; More of You; Less of me; Jesus is Lord
Clay Corvin February 15, 2015