Sometimes, Lord, I miss the signs,
your cues and your signals…
Sometimes in the dry and wizened brambles
of my day-to-day existence
I miss the branch that’s slowly turning,
showing color – even budding –
with the promise every springtime
stirs to life within my soul…
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| Photo by David D’Olimpio |
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord,
to all the subtle ways you choose
to reveal yourself around me
and in the deep and hidden corners of my soul…
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord,
lest I miss the ways your grace begins to bud
where I live, where I work, where I play:
in the lives of those around me…
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord,
to the spring you offer all year ’round
in every season, night and day,
when I need your mercy’s pardon…
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord,
when I’ve closed them tight
in anger, doubt and fear,
in self-pity and resentment…
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord,
to all the ways you show yourself,
in every glimmer, glance and glimpse I have
of you right by my side…
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord,
to every door you open wide,
inviting me to come, to see,
to gaze upon your glory…
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord,
and open the eyes in my head
to recognize and see your face
in everyone I know and meet…
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
open the eyes of my soul,
I want to see you, meet and know you
each time you show yourself to me…
Protect me, Lord, while I’m awake
and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace…
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord,
open the eyes of my heart:
I want to see you, I want to see you.
To see you high and lifted up,
shining in the light of your glory.
Pour out your pow’r and love,
as we sing, « Holy, Holy, Holy. »
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord,
open the eyes of my heart:
I want to see you, I want to see you.
