Dear God, please hear my cry.
I just can't see, I have a log in my eye.
A great big tree, it could be a pine.
I can't see the truth with these logs in my eyes.
It's not other's branches, (that I so often blame),
but my own pine cone tears that scratch my face.
A walk in the woods is my daily grind
as I criticize others with these wooden eyes.
Dear God, please, please hear me pine,
and heal my eyes and let me cry
Real Tears of love and tears of grace
Roll down my face and not this ACHE.
Because I cannot sleep when there is no peace
with endless grief and leaves for eyelashes
I need to hear
"TIMBER!!!!!!!!!!" and crashes.
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