Self-deprived

If my blind eyes could see but one image,
let it be Your face.
If my deaf ears could hear but one sound,
let it be Your voice.
If I could feel but one thing,
let it be Your touch.
You are what I crave when I feel broken.

But right now, I feel whole,
with so much to touch, hear and see.
With so many things demanding my attention,
I'm oblivious of Your presence.
And yet I'll say that I'm doing good.