The Sun and the Moon Are My Father's Eyes

Daniel broke the king's decree, Peter stepped from the ship to the sea. There was hope for Job like a cut down tree, I hope that there's such hope for me. Dust be on my mind's conceptions and anything I thought I knew. Each word of my lips' description, and on all that I compare to You. The preference of the sun was to the south side of the farm. I planted to the north in a terra-cotta pot. Blind as I'd become, I used to wonder where you are- these days I can't find where you're not!Mine's been a yard carefully surface level tended. Foxes burrowed underground. My gardening so highly self-recommended, what could I have done but let you down?The sun and the moon, I want to see both worlds as One!Mine's been a vivid story, dimly remembered and by the hundredth time it's told, halfway true; of bad behavior well engendered. What good is each good thing we think we do?Find a friend and stay close and with a melting heart. Tell them whatever you're most ashamed of. Our parents have made so many mistakes, but may we forgive them and forgive ourselvesThe sun and the moon are my Father's eyes.