WAKING UP TO DARKNESS
Dec. 1989
Waking up to darkness,
When light is everywhere,
Would make most men fearful,
Or even worse despair.
Yet, I know a man,
Whose eyes not seeing,
Wakes up to bring sunshine
Into his being.
Not only to himself,
As he goes his way,
But to those he meets
Along the way.
He doesn't sit around
And blame God for his lot;
He meets life with a smile,
And gives all he's got.
In others, he's always
Looking for good;
He sees with eyes seeing,
Just as they should.
I love this man;
My Admiration, he's won,
And I'm proud to say,
He's Bobby, my son!
By:Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
Waking up to darkness,
When light is everywhere,
Would make most men fearful,
Or even worse despair.
Yet, I know a man,
Whose eyes not seeing,
Wakes up to bring sunshine
Into his being.
Not only to himself,
As he goes his way,
But to those he meets
Along the way.
He doesn't sit around
And blame God for his lot;
He meets life with a smile,
And gives all he's got.
In others, he's always
Looking for good;
He sees with eyes seeing,
Just as they should.
I love this man;
My Admiration, he's won,
And I'm proud to say,
He's Bobby, my son!
By:Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
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