My eyes are red this morning
A sign of Last Nights Journey
I walked through fields of questions
Trying to fix or mend them
I climbed trees of fear
That were full of men's approving ears
But I found that these trees never end
and the only way to see the top
is from heaven
Help me rise above them
To see what's most important
The King who made the trees
and the one who meets me on my knees.
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