“There goes that blind man . . . the pitiful beggar,”
they might have been thinking in the callous crowd.
All they could see was a man born of sin.John 9:1–11.
“What a sad sight,” they may have murmured out loud.
To sense, he looked broken, a man blind from birth
who would never be cured and able to see.
That’s all he had known, and he came to accept it,
a sentence from which he would never be free.
But he must have then seen a glimmer of light.
The burden he’d borne started falling away.
He’d been touched by a stranger on a dusty road
who refused to see him as ever that way.
