Different Eyes

Why did they close their eyes?
How did they drift away?
Something within their soul
told them to just let go.
They thought they would be okay.
How could they really know?
Our righteousness is not like God!
We think we're right...
but then, we're not!
We feel so free...
and then we're caught.
Our dreams were just a wicked plot
to drift our mind to sleep,
tricked by the enemy!
We believed in our fantasy,
instead of the Word of truth!
Our eyes could see the beauty.
There was sweetness in the fruit.
We stumbled, then we tumbled,
as the mountain boldly shook.
Some of us repented,
while others chose the hook...
and as we climbed,
they tried to pull us back
towards the crook...
but we could see this time,
like we had different eyes!
We now could see the dark,
in their color!
We now could see their spark,
was just a lure!
We could taste the bitterness
interlaced with honey drips...
so, we knew their drink
was not a cure!
Yet, they believe!
They believe they know!
They're dancing blindly,
in the icy snow.
They're numb,
so they don't feel they're cold.
They're fragile...yet,
they act so bold...
And we watch them
through our fingers,
with our hands upon our face,
with an ache inside that lingers...
and a line we cannot trace
because...they're so close.
Oh, so close...
yet, our ruler cannot measure,
where the soul goes.
Our minds cannot judge,
what only God knows!
So, we cling to hope...
cling to hope!
The rock that made us fall,
became our stepping stone,
precious in our heart's,
like a promised rose,
knowing that what we clearly see,
was once invisible!
Faith gives us different eyes,
then what our flesh shows!
Still, there's a looming question,
that I feel, I need to know.
Are they in the Father's keep?
When they've chosen
just to fall asleep?
For weary is the soul,
that keeps a score!
So, they now ignore.
They feel good, believing in all...
because one way,
just seems too small!
With eyes turned in,
they plot to win,
what they could never hold!
Yet, up the road,
He waits for those,
with open arms,
returning home,
exchanging putrid rags,
for brand new clothes.
The old becoming new again,
with childlike faith, pursuing Him.
A chance to celebrate, they awoke!
The journey seems so wide and long,
when we place the focus,
on all that's wrong!
Why does God wait...and tolerate,
while evil lures a crowd?
We need to be reminded now,
God sees the one,
who's falling down.
The soul still blinded in the dark,
He knows just how
to reach their heart!
God sees them on the road ahead...
and calmly guides them,
till they're led,
never forcing...
but giving little hints,
showing the choice,
is really up to them!
God's love is gentle
and yet...strong!
He knows every heart,
that will choose to belong...
and fills them with a brand new song,
providing the opportunity,
for them to see things distinctly.
A chance to stand among the wise
and sight to see with different eyes!
Different eyes! Different eyes!
Everything looks clearer
in the Son's light!
Everything is dearer
with our heart's right!
We left the scales behind,
no longer blind!
We've got different eyes,
different eyes!
Everything looks clearer,
in the Son's light!
Everything is dearer,
with our heart's right!
We left the scales behind,
no longer blind!
We've got different eyes!
Yes, different eyes!