Can It Be?

And can it be
The canopy of God's blessings
Extends out to me,
Even me.

And just so likewise
The keen of His eyes
Sees through my disguise,
Keen eyes.

The kernel of faith
Delivered, displaces
A wandering waif,
Faith seed.

Now mornings are full
As this sauntering fool
Finds The Way is a Ray
That bleeds.