Open my eyes, Lord. Please.

Lord, I pray your hand upon my eyes. I still see men walking around like sticks. You died for them, but I put up with them.
My ears hear Your words. But they sound like some distant sound. Like a sound muffled through the rising heat.
This heart you gave me to seek your face loves the tempo of Your ways. But it seems I have no sense of rythm.
Ten toes attached to marvelously constructed feet are able to provide me balance. But when I walk in the narrow way my fingers linger over the fences.
It is enough that I am counted as your own. And in this I greatly praise and thank you. But for the sake of the "sticks" I ask your mercy. Heal my ears that I might receive the sound of Your voice. Open my heart, that I may learn to dance as one who cares. Set my toes and fingers in The way, lest I wander after the world.
With all I have, my Lord, I thank You for salvation. You are a God who sees. Nothing escapes your notice. Yet Your love allows my fumbling. Great are You and Greatly to be praised. O' Jesus, my God and my King.
By His Grace.