Sometimes I sit back to think,
I get so caught up in my thoughts that I forget to blink,
The love you have for me puzzles me,
You sent your only Son to die just so I could be free,
Its hard to fathom such kind of grace,
I feel sad to know that despite all that my head is still in a mess,
I pray that you clear my mind,
Before I go entirely blind,
Blind to the things I need to see with spiritual eyes,
Because I'm now getting tired of all the seemingly real lies.