What if I told you
Our eyes are not what allow us to see
In fact no part of our physical is entrusted in this way
In the end it is entirely what we seek

As we clumsily stumble around this broken world
Running into one thing after the next
Our eyes not able to perceive

For the blades and thorns of each collision are masked
Then we walk away, in utter confusion
wondering as to why it is we bleed

We are only given sight by spirit
The Holy One at that
Tired of being cut while blinded, lost in deceit?

Draw close to the one true God
And the blades will glimmer
What was once hidden, now in the light
In faith granted sight, at last finally freed