Luke 7:22 Jesus answered and said to them, “Go and tell John the things you have seen and heard: that the blind see...."
My wounded heart believes yet not believes,
It hangs tween fall and rise, of stone and flesh,
Each night it travels home, the way is known.
The unknown way, the Way has known for me.
My inner eyes are loathe to see beyond,
The curtain of impenetrable pride,
But One eye into utter darkness shines,
So broken sight, my inner blindness sees.
I was blind, but now I see.
