When my heart <br />Has been open <br />And my eyes start to see. <br />Deceit, disapppointment <br />And pain, my friend <br />That somehow <br />Seem directed to me. <br /> <br />I pray to God <br />To keep me near <br />And the negative things <br />To take from me. <br />To make me stronger <br />Thru those things <br />And teach me to let them be. <br /> <br />For when I close <br />Up my eyes <br />And see such ugly things <br />That is only my imagination. <br />I open them <br />up again <br />To see beauty <br />In realization. <br /> <br />But when I open <br />Up my eyes <br />And see such ugly things <br />That are realization. <br />I close my eyes <br />Up again <br />To see the ugly <br />That was only my imgination. <br /> <br />Is true my eyes <br />May not fulfill <br />Exactly what <br />My heart believes <br />But as I lean <br />And depend on God. <br />My eyes, my heart <br />Will not deceive. <br /> <br />For it was within <br />God's abundant heart <br />That He shown grace <br />And mercy for me. <br />And from within His heart <br />He shedded His blood <br />That the eyes <br />Of my heart may see.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/keep-the-eyes-of-my-heart-open/
