Seeing Blind

What is the beacon of faith when you can see ahead?
What is the beauty of mystery if there’s nothing hidden?
What is the freedom of truth when the Word is forgotten?
What would you say if you are allowed to scream?
What would you reason out if you can live a dream?
What would you give if you have nothing to lose?

Tossed like a feather,
Going under the weather
No one to comfort, solitary
in the sometime island that is me
I am my own mother
in this crevice by the sea

Mind whirling in confusion
Are all good things but an illusion?
Plot my escape from the daily grind that rushes
my soul; I’ve sat too long in the ashes
Though numbed by worldly noise,
I set to find my voice, to hear the Voice

Ponderous thoughts ceaselessly entering
my mind; can’t take reasons that are paper-thin
Only the truth, I want nothing less
I will keep the child within
It is my ticket to meekness,
to see the show called Kingdom coming

Even with jaded senses,
I grope in the darkness
Let me see the Light
That ignites and sets me ablaze
To burn, to be consumed
And not perish

Assume nothing, question everything
Faith is proof; trust is the ground I stand on
I will not sink in the mire of disbelief
I can go on without seeing
I can move on without looking
I will arrive

What is the beacon of faith when you can see ahead?
What is the beauty of mystery if there is nothing hidden?
What is the freedom of truth when the Word is forgotten?
What would you say if you are allowed to scream?
What would you reason out if you can live a dream?
What would you give if you have nothing to lose?