Heart Cry
Rising each morning
to a God I don’t know,
the pull in my heart
how it hurts me so.
Frustrations arise
as I strive to touch
the God who has loved me
and given so much.
I know you are there
beckoning me,
but, oh my eyes
just cannot see.
Open my heart,
please make a way
where stumbling in darkness
gives place to day.
You’re God of all the universe,
God of here below;
You’re mighty and good
and this thing I know:
If you can make an eagle fly
in realms of vibrant blue,
you can make a way for man
to love and come to know You.
“But needs be please a way to see, and look beyond the veil, a blind man views through pipes and dreams, but cannot see the trail.”
Additional information
Dimensions | H 27 in |
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Wood Type | West Texas Juniper |
Subject Matter | Man, native |
Feel free to contact Chris to inquire about a commissioned sculpture.
Tel: 970-290-4140
Email: parables@jchristopherwhite.com
Tel: 970-290-4140
Email: parables@jchristopherwhite.com