A Beggar blind, he sat by the gate,
The gate of Jericho,
Asking an alms from each passer-by,
Submissive, yet questioning why
He was blind.
Patient he sat, and quietly,
By the gate of Jericho,
And, listening, heard in a wondering way
Of one who could bring the light of day
To the blind.
Thoughtfully then, and hopefully,
By the gate of Jericho,
He pondered the many stories told
Of him who could perfect vision unfold
For the blind.
Searching for light, he sat longingly
By the gate of Jericho,
And trembling called out, eager to see:
Thou son of David, have mercy on me
Who am blind.
Then awakened the thought of the yearning man,
By the gate of Jericho,
Who, casting aside doubts and fears grown dim,
Rose up and joyously followed him.
He could see!
