Lift up mine eyes…
How?
They are so easily drawn
to the things near by.
Created shapes and forms
scream and cry
for my attention,
for my affection.
Zion is too distant
to be real,
so I wrestle desperately
to maintain zeal
for that holy mount,
for the blessed fount.
Lift up mine eyes, O LORD
for I cannot of my own accord.
B. C. Newton 