Open Your Eyes



Open Your Eyes

In darkness of night my eyes closed,
Weary, tired, trembling and lost,
Afraid of facing another day,
Of what it might cost.

Filled with hopelessness I cried out,
Against shadows of doubts everywhere,
As troubles danced around my bed,
And I tossed and turned in despair.

But, then I heard a calm, sweet voice,
Whispering through the lonely night,
Open your eyes, my precious child,
And step into My peaceful light!

Don’t be afraid of the darkness,
For it, too, belongs to Me,
Just open your eyes, my child,
And My eternal light you will see.




Deborah is a retired newspaper editor who believes that her love to write is a dream and gift from the Lord. This has led her to write, with the Lord's help, three devotional books and one children's book. The poems are from the last book, "Heir to a Throne" which she self-published on Amazon.


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