TREASURES OF THE LORD
Into the darkness, I stepped wandering down a road,
Left behind the trust and care for those who hurt my soul.
Alone I’ve stood on a hill so high, at the edge of the mountain,
There was nothing for me to see, blinded by what is humanity.
Is this place I am a creation of my own anger and nonbelieving,
Does darkness fade as the sun appears again for a blind man?
I’ve opened these eyes and learned to see his masterpiece,
The hills that are alive that rest beneath god’s wide open sky.
The wind that sings as it blows through the ever so high trees,
Rain that falls below is a gift to us so that we may watch life grow.
From the sea to all that we need to be is for us because he,
Only he had a thought, the power to imagine that which we see.
Treasures of the lord were placed down upon from heaven,
Only the greed of a man has stolen that which to him belongs not.
Every time I open my eyes, the treasures of the lord are seen,
These are a gift, a reality that even the blind may see.