As a blind child clutching cobblestones,
I wondered what it meant to see--
To know the thing I could not touch;
It made no sense to me.

As a blind man groping with my hands
To somehow guide my stumbling feet.
I often heard men speak of light
But I did not believe.

Then Jesus touched me,
Filled my eyes with living light,
Gave them sight and I saw.

When Jesus touched me,
How could I see and not believe,
Not perceive the Son of God,
The Son of God?

I saw the love in Jesus' face;
I saw the hatred men returned.
I saw Him teach His lowly ones
When wise men would not learn.

When He rode in triumph through the streets,
I thought the very stones would sing!
Then they tood my Lord;
They mocked and scourged;
They crucified my king.

Did they not see Him?
Did they not see His living light,
See his might and feel awe?

Did they not see Him?
How could they see and not believe,
Not perceive the Son of God?
The Son of God?

They were blind children clutching cobblestones;
They would not lift their eyes to see.
Contented with their cobblestones--
It makes no sense to me.

Blind beggars groping with their hands
To somehow guide their stumbling feet.
Their very eyes beheld the Christ--
How could they not,
Why would they not believe?

I am the Beggar Bartimaeus.
Though I was blind,
Yet now I can see.

Words by Toni Thomas
Music by Diane Tuiofu

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