A VISION: SPIRITUAL CATARACTS

Has the good news now become old news to me?

   Have my eyes become blind so that I can’t see? 

Are cataracts veils, to keep me in jail;

   So my purpose and destiny flee?

I still can make out the size of the bars;

   They’re strong and set firmly in place;

Outside the door, a jailer with keys;

   A cynical smile on his face;

A lawyer comes in and tells me my options;

   None of which sound good to me;

 Before he leaves, he suggests very strongly:

   My best bet is surgery.

I’m so disappointed, Lord; How did this happen?

   This is not what I thought that You said;

It seems age prevailed, even over Your word;

   And I am alone, as if dead.

Then, the door flew open and in came this Man;

   Over backwards went jailer and chair;

He looked straight at me, with His piercing eyes;

   Almost like a laser stare.

He said, See with My eyes; And hear with My ears;

Stop living your life in the past;

   Leave that life here, in this jail of decay;

And We’ll walk in a new life that lasts.

He reached out His hand and my vision cleared;

   His eyes have now become mine;

We laughed and We talked and, as I glanced back,

   The jail was left far behind;                                

I’m thinking, the greatest familiar spirit; 

   Is the one that hopes I won’t see,

The future this wonderful Man and I

   agreed is our destiny.

Each day, as we walk, I’m sure we will talk;

   About purpose; And adventures We’ll see;

Because now, it’s not me that’s walking alone:

  I’M VALUED; I’M PAID FOR; I’M FREE!!!