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Either habit, tradition or custom.
One I’ve often ignored or opposed.
When praying, my eyes they are seeing.
Who says that they have to be closed?
There are times when I want utter silence,
My head, I do, humbly, bow.
When I’m seeking forgiveness, repenting.
When I outline my heavenly vow.
When it comes to rejoicing and praising,
I, joyfully, open my eyes.
To the wonders of which God created,
Seeking every new, pleasant, surprise.
How majestic are all of his makings.
As I look, close, at each little gift.
In this world full of, awesoming, wonder.
Everyone, gives my spirit a lift.
If you see a blank stare and dumb smile.
You can bet that, with God, I am playing.
Taking note of his infinite marvels.
With my eyes open, wide, I am praying.