By Ladyjo
Eyes
gazed on low, Filled with storms of rain, Poured out upon
From the
brokenness of heart, To see the paths chosen
Directed
by fear… faithless, hopeless
Of a
future already laid out, Ohhh, how much love you must have
To look
on low, To see evil prevail… chosen
Darkness
rule the path… chosen
Your
children stray……..chosen
Ohhh, why
must you shed tears
How many
more drops, How many more pain
How many
more floggings, How many more ground covered red
Repeating
the Via Dolorosa
Because of
You… creator, potter, way-maker, path-director,
Provider,
comforter, healer, omnipotent, omnipresent
Why doubt…
the tomorrows, Why fear… what’s already been
Why live…
as if eternity exists not, Why hope… for yesterday
Why
faith… only when seen, Why trust… my future, my hands
Oh how
precious are the Eyes that gazed on low
Filled
with storms of rain, Poured out upon, Us
From the
brokenness of heart, Bestowed
Forgive,
I plea, Forgive…and seize not thy Love from thee