Windows of the Soul

The eyes are truly the windows of the soul,
For the absence of light leaves the heart empty, desolate and cold...
The dismal day with its depressive clouds, dark gray,
Leave shadows on the walls, leave thoughts that decay.
As the wind howls through the trees, and scratches the windows of the soul,
So the dark sights in the world conjure attacks, leaving the soul's defense unknown.
Tis’ better to roll down the shades, and commune in solitude with the Lord,
My Refuge, my Redeemer, a Love that surrounds, like Unbreakable Cords.
Oh Lord, protect the windows of my soul, all things I need not observe,
For the sights and sounds of darkness can appear as a graceful, little bird.
What seems, rarely is, and what is, rarely reveals,
The truth behind our actions, the truth behind our shame.
Protect the windows of my soul, for broken glass scratches the floor,
A carnal mind is not stable, a carnal mind scratches the core.
A carnal mind claims happiness, says its pleasures make me sing,
The truth being told, the carnal mind, cant see past the next big thing.
"This next great feat will surely bring joy to my soul",
The carnal mind is a trap with this single saying of old.
Oh, windows of my soul, angelic shades of solitude forever drawn,
Yahweh! The Covenant of Your Presence, is my pleasure, my only song.