Mar 23, 2008 21:34
True friends my eyes had finally saw,
Those who with me, have been through all.
Blinded I was by hurts of some,
Couldn't find a friend, amist all the rum.
Open my eyes the Lord has done,
Removed my pain, had it gunned,
That now I see these blessed gifts,
Molded, crafted and carefully sieved.