Open My Eyes
My spirit is not well, but I know where I run The arms of the father The hope he began Open my eyes Tired and sore Let them see heaven Help me once more Not that I’m ready To come on home But here I find pain And I know where I belong So take each tear offering As the rivers that run Tell of my weakness And declare I’m not done Just walking through sadness Knowing I remain Here amidst the hard Waiting on the day You call out to me “Son, it’s time” 11/11/26 clc “I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the surpassing greatness of His power toward us who believe. These are in accordance with the working of the strength of His might which He brought about in Christ, when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly places,” Ephesians 1:18-20 NASB1995