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 non 
  believing,
  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.

                                 Keith Garrett