I was born a sightless beggar,
Made an outcast on the streets.
So when I heard the prophet coming
I was eager to believe
In the tales of His compassion,
How He changed reality.
I wondered if He'd do the same for me.

And He sent me to the waters,
Saying, "Wash, and you will see."
He said the time had come for God
    to show His handiwork in me.
And with those words, and His spittle,
    and little bit of earth,
This Jesus gave my vision birth.

I was dazzled by the brilliance
Of the sun's morning rays,
But the people only doubted,
Said "It couldn't be this way."
And the churchmen had a problem
That it happened Sabbath day,
A crossing of tradition's sacred way.

And I was brought before the elders
    and their jealous inquiry.
I said, "I don't know how He did it,
    but I was blind and now I see.
And if you open up your hearts
    and forget your selfish worth,
This man can give your vision birth."

They cast me from their presence,
Said "This heathen's a disgrace."
So I sought to find the Wanderer
Who'd shared with me His grace.
When I met Him, I cried, "Master,
I will follow anyplace."
He'd given eyes to more than just
The blind spots on my face.

Oh my friends the dusk is falling,
And there's so much incomplete.
Like the Pharisee we've stumbled
On our jaded feet.
We have taken love for granted,
And have shunned the mercy seat,
Lost within a ritual's deceit.

So let us journey to the waters
    that our sight may be set free.
And let our blinders melt like wax
    before His awesome majesty,
That we may learn to love each other,
    and carry out His work.
Let Jesus give our vision birth.
Oh Jesus, give my vision birth.

John 9:1-39
Words and Muisc by Simon Miner
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