I used to hear with my eyes and think with my feelings.

I wrote this in remembrance and appreciation of what my Savior brought me out of.
I sincerely hope this impacts someone :)

Love,
-Josh

*I used to hear with my eyes and think with my feelings, then I met Him. *

I thought I loved you satan when I thought I knew what love was.
There I moved about freely on my hands and knees,
I used to listen with my eyes.
I would think with my feelings.
Then I found Him.

You used to smell sweet, and the taste, sweeter still.
Somehow you convinced me life was what I made it.
We are what we do, you are who you choose to be.
Those are just lies.
You are just a lie.

I used to strangle myself with arms so wide, so wide I barely knew them.
He untangled me and showed me my autonomy was: false freedom;
and romanced me with freedom and grace.
His love is great. I know what love is.
He tells me I am His. He tells me He is mine.

How, my love, are they still so far gone.
Those who reject the light.
They've decapitated themselves from you.
They still love their imperfection, with what they think is love.
They've grown accustomed to-
to listening with blind eyes and thinking with dead feelings.

Look, Love, they've either gone blind or eyes are just getting used to the dark.
I thought you used to look good, satan, it was just how you looked in the light,
or the lack of it.
I've grown accustomed to the love I've found in the light.
The shadows fail in the sunshine, I want to dwell in light of His love.