If I were blind, would I still notice
If I were blind, could I still see
The God of the universe all around me?
When I was blind, did I take a pause
To see the world with its beauty and flaws?
The beauty in the flaws, a divine duo despite its dysfunction
Both enhancing the other in the greatest of junctions.
There is light in this world, reflecting His image
Scattered throughout every city and village.
Joy dispersed, only a fraction refracted.
Hope eternal without it being retracted.
Despite the dark hidden in each heart
The light left its mark that could not depart;
Marks engraved that conquered the grave
Not to save face but provide saving grace
Not interested in the face of the earth
But wishing for us to have rebirth.
Upon the hill, the light could not be put out
Shining brightest in the shadows of doubt.
Because beyond the shadow of a doubt lies a flickering flame
Holding on for dear life, clinging to His name.
By this small light, we have gained a glimpse
Of the evidence of His fingerprints
Seeing, not the whole, but only a part
Is enough to plant seeds of faith in a heart.
But the condition of this world is not conducive to growth.
Lies are mixed with truth, and discernment is elusive to both.
Seeds need sunlight in order to flourish,
So lean towards the Son to be nourished.
His body the bread, His blood the wine:
The ultimate covenant to span all of time.
There's beauty in this marriage, light coming to dark,
Holiness and sin, the contrast is stark.
One magnifies the other when put side by side,
Which is exactly why Jesus died.
He saw what we can't: the condition of our heart.
And he did what we couldn't: gave us a restart.
White as snow from blood red
Void removed; life instead.
So, open your eyes, search the dark in the night
And open your heart to let there be light.