With My Own Two Eyes
I once told a
friend that trust was about being able to accept that if I say the Moon was
blue, that it was. Of course my friend couldn’t accept this and for me it was a
lack of trust. Although I still believe
this, I have come to realize that people try harder to deceive each other than
to understand. With this said, what you see with your own eyes you should
believe and when a person says who and what they are believe them
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With My Own Two Eyes When your focus is so obscured It’s hard to see beyond their every word The guidance they give you
follow blindly Having no value on what your own eyes see Maybe they tell you the moon is blue You see it’s mist and the silver hue Only you are doubtful and dare not disagree When they say it’s different, you doubt what you see No one is as blind as he who will choose To doubt the gifts God gave him to use When you open your eyes its miraculous Optic message transmitted on a membrane that’s fibrous Every blink you think and your every thought You discern the graces of what you ought Each time I see a thing of discerning guise Seeing is believing when I see With My Own Two Eyes |
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