Monday, January 30, 2012

O What a Thought

O what a thought this is
To think you may never know
Just how deep your fingerprints
Have made a mark upon this soul
O what a thought this is
That you could go all your days and not see
That for many days on end
You were the world to me
O what a thought this is
That you were not truly blind
But in infinite compassion forged
You were silent when you saw my mind
O what a thought this is
That you could see farther than I
That you were silent so I could learn
To live my life free of this lie
O what a thought this is
That never shall I see your smile
Again as I did when the morning sun was young
How age wears down on man's miles
O what a thought this is
That the earth truly is bitter to taste
That all these songs and words were written
For a purpose and are not truly waste
O what a though this is
That I am still merely a man
And no matter my knowledge I cannot
See still the range of the ineffable plan

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