You've been given eyes to see
Breadth and depth and mystery
To understand, while other minds still graze.
You feel, with heart so full,
So intensely know the pull
Of how to do things right and run God's ways.
When your words misunderstood
Twisted, only if they could
Know what God can build with words of harmony.
Though you gently lead them through
Others still can't run like you
They wear weary, far behind your pace.
Though at times your strain still real
You're a gift to us who feel
We are blind and need a steady hand to show God's way.
So lift your eyes up to the Son,
Soaring high to greet the One,
See you gladly gliding high on eagle's wings.
(c) Don Stott Eliab.com
Dedicated to my wife Sue.