THESE EYES OF MINE

My eyes – these eyes

Have seen some

But not all

These  poor eyes of mine are

Too small for things too big

And too big for things too small

They`re often accused of seeing too much

Sometimes of seeing too little

And sometimes of not seeing at all

Perhaps it`s because they look weak

And can`t don`t spell-bound

The attacking bird snatching our only chick

But who sees everything at anytime, anyway?

Who?

Apart from Him who made us

And gave us our eyes?