Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Blinded

Too blind to realize the strength we have inside.
Too blind to love as we are loved.
Too blind to know what hope is all about.
Too blind to run, run, run from the bottle.
Too blind too sense our last day approaching.
Too blind to see the pain we inflict.
Too blind are we without joy.
Too blind to know that healing exists.
Too blind to see that God is love