You see me.
People walk by every day, Passing judgment on me, They say that surely I am a sinner Or born of those who sin, Surely I hold some blame for my blindness, Even your disciples say this, But you do something different, You say the work of God will be shown through me. You come close. Everyone else distances from me, Backs away, goes around, or like my parents, Abandons all hope for life for me, But you come close, use your spit to make mud for me, Put your matchless hands on my eyes, anointing me, Invite me to participate in my own healing. I wash and come home seeing. I testify boldly of the work God did in me. You find me. When I am disbelieved, again, You find me and reveal yourself to me. Son of Man, you are the real thing. Son of Man, you give me purpose and calling. Son of Man, you are worthy of worship and praise. Son of Man, thank you. Thank you for giving me eyes to see you. Comments are closed.
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