My eyes live to praise You –
and, oh, how thankful my mind is for that!
You see, dear Lord,
if all the praise of my eyes
were words
shouted from my tongue,
the world would think me mad!

Look there –
the sturdy wildflowers grow,
so glorious in the shining sun!

Look there –
the scampering squirrels and birdies and chipmunks,
their antics a delight!

Look there –
the sky so softly blue, suddenly looming with thunderclouds,
Your power swiftly felt!

All the day through,
my eyes praise on this way,
until harshly interrupted
by the ugliness of man,
when they plea for
Your tears
to wash them clean.

Look there –
the glory of my vision blurred,
healing the heart of my eyes!

Dear Lord, I know it is so –
if the praise of my eyes
were words
shouted from my tongue,
the world would think me mad!