You put eternity on our hearts, but I want more. Stamp it on my eyes.
May they focus on Jesus, only Jesus, no one and nothing but Jesus, so much so that even blinking, shutting their lids for only a millisecond causes them agony from missing the chance to gaze on His beauty.
Keep them from losing focus, stopping to take a glance at the world and what she has to offer, her trap of temptation and laziness strongly beckoning them to just rest, to avert their stare from Him.
You direct our steps, and are a lamp for our feet, but I want more!
Shackle my feet with chains of holiness, so that I would not stray from your narrow road.
Keep them from turning even a small angle from your path, so that I would not be snared in the thorns on its sides.
Sin's temptations call me with the sweetest of voices, but to be trapped in the thorns and thistles causes me pain.
I try to get back on track, but they coil around me, their needles piercing me, their spines scraping my sin.
To be on your path is a comfort to my feet, and to gaze on your beauty is a delight for my eyes.
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