Blindly traveling through life, I ask myself,
“Isn’t there a better way?”
How many times shall I stumble and fumble?
How many times shall I bump and bruise?
My path seems so dark sometimes that I don’t know where I’m going.
I can’t recall where I’ve been.
But I know my eyes deceive me with mirages and illusions,
fool me into thinking I see something that just isn’t there.
— Courage becomes fear
— Loyalty becomes betrayal
— Truth becomes lies
At times I want to call upon Elisha’s spirit to utter that same prayer he did for his servant —
“LORD, I pray thee, open her eyes, that she may see!”
I ask you dear Lord, anoint my eyes with clay and wash them in your chosen river so that I can receive your sight.
Open my eyes so that I can see those horses and chariots of fire you have surrounding and protecting me.
Open my eyes so that I may see the angel you sent to stand in my way when I was on the wrong path.
Open my eyes so that I can see the well of water you supplied as I wandered so long in the wilderness.
Lord, I pray thee, open my eyes, that I MAY SEE!