| The man was blind, he could not see. Was it just his sight… which stole his liberty? Who would answer, his most urgent need? What words would take root as life-giving seed? The disciples asked Jesus, who was it that sinned? Was it mother or father, that did him in? It was neither of them, who blinded his eyes. But that men would learn, let God be their guide. Then Jesus spit, on a small lump of clay. Rubbed it on the man’s eyes and said....“Hear what I say.” Go now and wash, your eyes in the pool. You’ll regain your sight, and become God’s tool. The man obeyed Jesus, and washed off the mud. Cleansing his eyes, removing the crud. He opened his eyes, at first...all he could see. Were men who appeared, as though they were trees. He regained his sight, as Jesus had said. To those who doubted, here’s just what he said. I once was blind, but now I can see. I saw a man named Jesus, who set my life free. Poem written by MTJ |
 | Note: This post is linked to Spiritual Sundays (hosted by Charlotte). |
