The blind, they can’t see.
They grope around in the dark,
And their shins they do bark
Upon the veil of eternity.
The deaf, they can’t hear.
The Word, they do not hearken,
For their understanding is darkened,
Though Truth, like a bell, rings so clear!
The lame, they can’t walk.
Their path, it is treacherous,
For their footsteps are lecherous,
And they trip o’er The Stumbling Block.
The proud, they can’t breathe
With their noses so high.
Almost! But not quite touching the sky,
Their pursed lips with venom do seethe.
The heart cannot live,
Until the hardness of sin
Has been broken within,
And new life springs forth, forgiven.
Amy (C) 9-10-13
Jesus, may the blind deaf and lame see hear and walk. May the fool become wise. In Your awesome name, Amen
I would like to dedicate this blog to my spiritual Father, Pastor Ainslie Wagner. If he had not asked me who Jesus was on that appointed day in 1999, my
life would have continued empty and meaningless. I thank our Father God upon every remembrance of you, Pastor Wagner.