I Am the Blind Man

Lord, without you I am the blind man.
Sitting on the sidelines of life,
I am a beggar. Hoping someone will notice
me and toss me some spare change. Maybe enough to make
it for one more day. My hope of
anything better has long since vanished.
And I am reduced to despair.

Lord, without you I am the blind man.
I can’t see the beauty of the world.
A smile escapes my notice. A sunset
fades unseen. A friend’s need goes
unmet in my darkness. And your
bounty and beauty are wasted
on me because no light gets
into my eyes or brightens my way.

Lord, without you I am the blind man.
How did all this start? Did
my vision begin to fail when my
pride began to rule? Did my sight
dim when carelessness or
greed gained a foothold in my heart?
Have I for so long depended on
myself instead of you that darkness won the day?

Lord, without you I am the blind man.
Pass by, please, one more time
and call me to your side. I’ll tell
you, as before, that what I want—
what I need—more than anything
else is to see clearly. I want to see
your face. I want to see what is real.
I want to see you and follow, praising.

Author Unknown