Eyes of the Lord
An angel came to me,
And asked if I go see;
Then asked what did it mean,
Some lamps that I had seen.
What did it all proclaim,
Seven lamps each with flame;
It looked like solid gold,
That were standing so bold.
Plus also saw olive trees,
Swayed in a gentle breeze;
I said I did not know,
The answer where to go.
Another voice was heard,
That came out of the Word;
I stood on hollowed ground,
And told not make a sound.
They were eyes of the Lord,
So nothing was ignored;
To see all on the world,
As His plan was unfurled.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2008 Richard Newton Sherrer
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