Lost perspective, sight aschew,
When I take my eyes from you.
When this world attracts my gaze,
I stumble into baser ways.
To painful roads distraction leads,
The heart is wounded and it bleeds.
Hope is lost where self is found,
Shifting sand the only ground.
When transfixed again on You,
Blind eyes see and hope renews.
You, O Lord, faith to me give,
When set on You I truly live.
by Kevin Phillips