As I sit in the station A kid comes into view Extremely obnoxious Raunchy and rude He wears lots of spikes Has piercings galore Wears his hair in a mohawk Biker boots on the floor My Flesh wants to judge him As a Punk and a Freak But my spirit is willing For Your eyes to seek...
Oh, give me Your vision Let me see through Your eyes Let me not judge the lost ones In no way despise They could be Your jewels They could be Your prize Oh, let me be gentle Let me see through Your eyes
I go to a restaurant And there at the place Stands a derelict person With pain in his face He stares at my burger And it is clear He's starving hungry And covets my beer Do I move from the window And relinquish my seat? Or buy him a burger And french fries to eat...
There's a lesbian woman Next door where I am She has a Butch haircut Is hooked with a femme She has a loud voice A masculine walk We never converse We never talk We say polite things Goodbye & hello But she might be hurting How could I know?
Jesus I'm blind I'm deaf & I'm mute I want Your compassion I want to bear fruit Let me see through Your eyes Let me hear with Your ears Let me speak with Your voice Assuage all their fears Give me Your hands To dry all their tears
The enemy waits To tell them his lies Let me feel Your mercy
Let me see through Your eyes
SoulSurvivor (C) 8/31/2016
My mother and brother are back from their vacation. Now I can return to the site. I won't be on as much as I used to be, but I'm very happy to write and read again!
Thank you for reading! I hope perhaps a melody came into your head as you read this song... I just wrote it this morning so I don't have one yet. I'll be working on it...