What My Eyes Are Seeing

I wish I could show you what my eyes are seeing

The things that are being unveiled before me

The stripping away of the layers of dirt and filth

The breaking down of the cracked walls

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Walls put up involuntarily

Boxed in with little room to breathe

Caving in no view of escape

Walls built up voluntarily

Staying within the square of the box

Eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cavern

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But I wish I could show you what my eyes are seeing

Hope creeping up like ivy in the cracks

Loosening the mortar

Reaching for what is above

Climbing without knowledge of the top

Hope knows no end

Hope looks not always at the top but sometimes at the present

At the level right within reach

And it transforms

The crumbling wall turned into a home

For unfolding leaves of all shades of green

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A broken wall

A broken home

But a home for a King

The One who asks to live inside of me

Walls come down

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My home is messy

But open

My arms are quivering

But reaching

My eyes are closed

But seeing

My voice is cracked

But singing

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Because You are here

And You are what my eyes are seeing

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