Where could it be seen clearly
The ocean that leads to the sea
A forest of hidden trees illuminating
Questing for knowledge in life threatening
Dropout from schools of thought
Prevent me from walking in faith
Stalking a shadow of what is next
Fretful in the bite of tomorrows
I walk alone, but in the hand of fate
Roaming in consumption of assuming
Graduating repeatedly in wisdom taught
Painfully stretching worry ‘s momentum
Sends me seeking along the right path
That is traveled night after night on knees
Gracefully binding me to the sight of glory
Stories past on in a performance of plights
Realized of late in hearing familiar songs
I’m as strong in acceptance as the newborn
Born again by hard knocks applied on backsides
Or flip sides of hindsight enlightenment realized
Thank You LORD for the blessing of vision
Cause I surely can’t see for looking