As Jesus went into Jericho town, <br />Twas darkness all, from toe to crown, <br />About blind Bartimeus. <br />He said, 'My eyes are more than dim, <br />They are no use for seeing him: <br />No matter-he can see us!' <br /> <br />'Cry out, cry out, blind brother-cry; <br />Let not salvation dear go by.- <br />Have mercy, Son of David.' <br />Though they were blind, they both could hear- <br />They heard, and cried, and he drew near; <br />And so the blind were saved. <br /> <br />O Jesus Christ, I am very blind; <br />Nothing comes through into my mind; <br />'Tis well I am not dumb: <br />Although I see thee not, nor hear, <br />I cry because thou may'st be near: <br />O son of Mary, come! <br /> <br />I hear it through the all things blind: <br />Is it thy voice, so gentle and kind- <br />'Poor eyes, no more be dim'? <br />A hand is laid upon mine eyes; <br />I hear, and hearken, see, and rise;- <br />'Tis He! I follow him!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-bartimeus-2/
