Peering through the eyes of a blind man watching reality T.V
With nothing but heightened senses,
Viewing whats seen by the naked all seeing eye,
Spiritual forces controlling my pen
Scribing forbidden sins,
Penetrating evil's clandestine schemes to secretly dispose of those mentally sleep;
Peering through the soul of a sightless man,
Appreciating God's gift while admiring someone most might think less fortunate,
But on the contrary this man's mind is quit extraordinary,
Scary,
Pulling his coat,
Remembering every quote so much knowledge I pray I don't choke,
Not for the loss of breath,
But because I don't want to miss a single note
Cherishing the lessons,
Too many to count the blessings,
Just eternal thanks for putting my sight in the presence of
One of God's many angels;