"Dear Lord, about my eyes..."

My eyes are bad;
it's hard to see,
But no one has to feel
sorry for me.

I need new contacts--
this is true;
People are blurry,
but I still see You.

Sometimes my vision
feels so impared!
It's then I remember my
troubles are shared.

When life's trials abound,
It's a comfort to know:
I have a dear Friend,
Who is always around.

And I know...

You will lead me
Where You want me
to go.

Ruth A. Meyer

Written: May 18, 2006