Be Thou my vision
Takes on new meaning
When life is black
When light is painstakingly absent
What I see shapes who I am
My heart is formed by what passes before my eyes
Without light, my identity fades
I am unsure
I am slow
I am lost
I am ineffective
I am intimidated by touch, and yet desperate for it
This is not my inheritance
This is not what Christ died to give me
When You are my vision, my identity gleams
I am confident
I am quick and eager
I am found, strategically positioned
I am salt, yeast, contagious
I anticipate, find joy in personal encounters
Physical light is a necessity
Eyesight is a gift
But neither dissolves the constraint of darkness
Not truly
They allow me, equip me to pretend
But only Your light exposes Truth
You alone bring life and purpose
So give me Light
A heart that sees
Give me something worth looking at
Someone worthy of transforming me
Be Thou my vision
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