I am the outline where it starts
I am the paint on the canvas art
I am an integral part.
I see where the frame is going
I detect which direction the wind is blowing
From whom the bell is tolling.
Grant me the wisdom to see beyond for this mortal inquiry – to know why
To tell the mouth to shout the battle cry
Direct dry bones across this desert field
To cross the stones at Jordan where Joshua was told to build.
I am the pupil with the lens
I have the perception to know where it ends
And where it begins.
I see life abundantly
I know what You want from me
So I give it freely
I am the Eye
All my life I’ve seen and been ugly.
But now I see the transformed beauty in Thee to me.
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