What life these eyes have felt

What light these eyes have felt

Until my soul received the King

I was blind of spirit; blind of sight.

I walked like a shadow in sinful shroud,

awaiting Death to meet me.

Hope and I, like bitter rivals,

never saw fit to reconcile.

Peace and love,as estranged spouses,

 kept their distance.

For I was lost.

Trapped in ever rising waters

on a raft

about to sink.

That is… till

the King’s touch of mercy brought

sight to my lids and light to my heart,

taking me back to shore.

Then what form the

blindness hid revealed its awful beauty

and grace and I retook our vows.

For a touch from the King is a touch of life, a light that never fades

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