Christ In Your Eyes
It is He who wrote the book of love,
And You who titles the chapters
It is I who come, alien to the world,
Along with my shadow, independence,
Who followed.
It is He, aneraser t abolish sin,
And it is you who holds the pencil.
It is I wjo face the lost with apprehensive
hope,
And speaks with words from one who feeds
It is His blood that washes away all our stains,
And sometimes I can catch it
Lingering from your fingertips
God sent me on a mission, less alone
than I figured,
Because a walk down the street was an
epiphany of gratitude.
It is He who created the road of salvation,
And your footprints that leave a mark
of committment.
I rehearse Proverbs eighteen twenty-four,
and tlak of angels,
Its truth becomes tangible when I hold
your hand in mine.
His words come to life and dance in our heads,
And you turn up the music and
And dance with angels
I could lie here and think of friends
Afar and cry,
But everytime I catch a glimpse,
My sojourn is complete with
The Christ in your eyes
Written By Cindy Gunn
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