My eyes were thick with darkness, the world a mystery.
No colors to paint life’s pictures, no light to set me free.
Imagine the joy that seized my soul when over my eyes I felt his hands.
Now when they speak of lilies and trees, I finally understand.
In wonder I bow my head in thanks for the Man who was first a stranger.
And to think He once came quietly, asleep in a lowly manger.
Their jeers and taunts were unrelenting; my sins did they deride.
As if they somehow knew my soul, and the pain I carried inside.
But rocks fell from their calloused hands, His words piercing each hardened heart.
Alone, my tears fell as confession, He lifted me to a new and holy start.
In reverence I speak His sacred name, as often as I am able.
Do they know this Healer was once a child—born in a humble stable?
I watched in anguish, as they pierced his hands, and nailed him to a tree.
The price was steep, too much to bear for a mother who watched him roam free.
And to a disciple, he charged my care, ever aware of those around him.
Then from a tomb, he loosed death’s hold, and resurrection’s trumpets sounded.
Each captive soul is now set free; a sacred gift for all mankind.
I can still remember the babe asleep, as I pressed his heart to mine.
Hosanna! Hosanna! Glory to God.
With heaven’s choir we sing.
Once swaddled for only the shepherds to see,
the Child is now earth’s King.
-hb mercy
Beautifully written. I'm glad you found me so that I could find you.