Heavens eyes

by Ivan Miller   Feb 5, 2007


A single thread in the tapestry though its color brightly shine, can never see its purpose in the pattern of the grand design, and the stone that sits at the very top of the mountains mighty face, does it think its more important than the stones that form the base, so how can you see what your life is worth, or where your value lies, you can never see through the eyes of man, you must look at your life, look at your life through heavens eye's.

A lake of gold in the dessert sand is less than a cool fresh spring, and to one lost sheep is a shephard boy is greater than the richest king, if a man loses everything he owns has he really lost his worth or is it the beginning of a new and brighter birth.

So how do you measure the worth of a man in wealth, or strength, or size, and how much he gained or how much he gave, the answer will come, the answer will come to him who tries, to look at his life through heavens eye's.

And that's why I share all that I have with you although there's little to be found, when all you've got is nothing, there's alot to go around, no life can escape being blown about by the winds of change or chance, although you may never know all the steps, you must learn to join the dance.

So how do you judge the worth of a man by what he builds or buys, you can never see with your eye's on earth, look through heavens eye's, look at your life, look at your life through heavens eye's

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