THROUGH MISTY EYES

When the beauty life holds,

Becomes blurry with tears,
When God's splendor unfolds,
And becomes marred by those tears.
Remember your Father,
Succumb to His embrace,
Yield your surrender,
To His healing and grace.

When your heart is crying,
And your soul disheartened,
Forlornly hoping,
And needing to be gladdened.
Cry out to your Father,
Rest in His compassion,
Seek the great Comforter,
Lean on His affection.

When the joy of your salvation,
Is stripped from your heart,
In abandoned desolation,
When your soul is torn apart.
To His comforting solace,
Unload and confess,
Look to His tranquil face,
Feel His gentle caress.