Scales

Dear people,

Often I am but blind,

And deaf 'n dumb.

Best wishes.

In faith just a child,

I see a ravine

Between you and me,

And almost everybody.

This does not render happy;

Glad I am not alone.

Good grace,

That I am just a lamb

In th'arms of my Lord.

All grace.

Beaten almost lame,

Belittled time after time.

The scales are still

On my eyes.

Therefore my sight remains;

No high arches.

Dear Lord,

My only good portion

Despite everything.

Good Lord.

In YOU is my much;

This is what I you wish.

Still on my way

To the promised land,

Along road and dune,

Till th'eternal gates;

O Lord!

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