Tekstovi: Caleb Hawley. Blind.

I am sure I will never see you,

Since I was born my sight has been blank

Well my mother, she has forgotten me

And my father, he never came


I have begged and I?ve begged for some thirty odd years

And I?ve searched and I?ve searched for many more

But still nobody?s came to me

And inside much pain and strife I store


But then one day I heard of this man

Who healed the lame, and I called out his name, And he came

And he gave me his hand


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When he reached upon my eyes I could not see a thing

But when he let out a cry I knew I?d been redeemed.


Well some people tried to explain what seeing is like

But came so shallow they did


Now I see many colors,

It?s more beautiful than I could have ever thought

Well this has been a miracle

Thanks to this man who came and sought

And since he?s always near,

Whom shall I fear?


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Well he took some mud, put it upon his eyes

Wiped it with his hands, and now I?m seeing like every man


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