Whereas I was Blind

This is where the pool of Siloam used to be (see John 9). I wrote this poem from the perspective of the blind man who was healed there. We're headed to Jordan in 25 minutes, so I'll be there for the next 4 days, then finish the update since Egypt. Shalom until then!

So many other passed me by

Such lonely darkness was my life.

Blind since birth, I knew not light.

My life was one unending night.

Then One that is called Jesus came

He paused and He perceived my pain

He saw me though I could not see Him

and said my blindness came not from sin.

He spat upon the ground, made clay

I felt His hands upon my face.

My eyes annointed with this earth

These eyes had never seen since birth

But with obedience to His law

I washed them in Siloam and saw.

With light and color, life was new

This Man's promise proven true.

I was healed but He was not there.

Who was this Man who had shown such care?

And why did others tell such lies

Why was I questioned and despised?

Yet I spoke the truth, though cast out

I could see; I could not doubt.

Now with sight but alone again

Until He came. I was found by Him.

He told me that He was God's Son

I knew the Messiah had finally come.

Now I see, whereas I was blind

I've found the Savior of mankind.