Two "shorts"

Eyes perceive depths, like controlled texts,
Allowing me no rest, trying to unmask what I won't let,
Be made known, though I'm grown,
I still hide like Adam's seed in the garden sown.






I sit and watch from sidelines, sidelined, biding my time,
Before letting Your glory shine, I desire Your love as mine,
For, I desire the fire of Your glory to pour forth,
Hands lifted, weight shifting, the burdens of life lifting,
As our hearts, minds, and eyes are lifting to Yours.