When I think of windows
this thought coms to me,
"I own precious windows...
My eyes, that I can see."
They grasp for all beauty.
They labor in sight.
They whisper in darkness,
Acknowledge delight.
When I think of windows
I give thought to mine.
God gifted me two eyes
Each healthy and fine.
I hope most sincerely
I never abuse
This privilege of "seeing"
God gave me to use!
~ Tee. Lowrey
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