Blind

We blind ourselves to the truth
We go on to say 'wow, what does this truth look like?'
But in reality the blind see him best

So is this truth even tangible?
Ahh but the nerveless can feel him the best

But to whom can hear him
Only the deaf can hear his glories
Of a power all packaged up in a silence

So we continue to search for what he appears to be
But in all honesty
When we reach that heaven
We will see that we have been chasing a phantom
Of non existence
And realize he was there all along

So who, was blind
-C.J. Lofton