Jesus Heals The Blind

Jesus Heals The Blind

Spit on the dirt, once again
And cause me to behold
New facets of You, of the cross,
And Your glory from of old.

Lay Your hand upon my eyes
That I would truly see,
Not men as walking trees,
But lives of those in need.

Simply speak a Word
And my blind eyes will gaze
Upon the works You are doing
And evidences of Your grace.

The fog of the world,
The dark of night,
The nearsightedness of sin;
Satan’s lies
That lure the eyes
All seek to keep hidden,
Who You are, and who I am
And where You’re at work
In my fellow man.

But I take hope
That blind men came
To the One
Who knows my name
They left You
Able to see,
So now I ask,
Lay hands on me.