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Blind Bartimaeus
Blind Bartimaeus
Sitting on the side of the road near the entrance to the citySat a blind man name BartimaeusThe world a haze through his eyesBegging from those entering the cityA bowl at his feet holding the mercy of othersHearing the gossip and news of the dayFrom those passing or pausing to pass the time of dayNews from the locals and from those traveling farHe heard stories of a man called JesusWho they said was Moses or Elijah, or some other prophetSome even said he was John the Baptist risenAnd even wondered if this was the Messiah"No He couldn't be, He was from Nazareth""Does anything good come out of that town?"He heard of cleansed lepers, the deaf hearingRaising the dead, lame men walking,And even the blind seeing.There were also scandals of Him breaking the Sabbath,Being a law to himself and forgiving sins,Being friends with the unsavory of societyHow he was a glutinous and a drunkardHe even called the Pharisees snakes!How could one so bad do things so good?As he sat pondering this conundrumHe thought of King David - the stories of his youth.He thought of him eating the show bread reserved for the priestsHe thought of how David had all the unsavory of societyGathered to him as an army - Yet he was anointed of GodBut David did no miracles this man must be greater than him.The thought hit him like a thunder bolt.He is the son of David; David was treated the same wayDay after day the revelation thrilled himHow he longed to meet Him, He could open His eyes.Then one day there was the noise in the distanceThe hum of voices and footsteps walking and running"Sir", he said to someone standing by "is a caravan coming,""No -its that prophet from Nazareth coming this way."He stood he yelled "Jesus, Son of David, Have mercy on me"The man standing next to him said, "Hey-Are you trying to deafen me"He cried again "Jesus, Son of David, Have mercy on me"Other voices said "Quiet down, you will wake the dead"The murmur of disapproval continued but he kept on callingAnother voice said "He's calling for you" and a arm took his ownHe dropped his rags aside and was lead through he crowdAnd stopped naked before the "Son of David"A quiet voice said "What do you want?""Please Sir -I want my sight""Away you go -your faith has healed you"…"And there through the haze He was standing in front of me,The Son of David the first thing I saw, I yelled I can see, I can see"Glory to God I can see"
11 November 2007
Mark 10:46-52
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14©2007 Stephen Share
Sitting on the side of the road near the entrance to the citySat a blind man name BartimaeusThe world a haze through his eyesBegging from those entering the cityA bowl at his feet holding the mercy of othersHearing the gossip and news of the dayFrom those passing or pausing to pass the time of dayNews from the locals and from those traveling farHe heard stories of a man called JesusWho they said was Moses or Elijah, or some other prophetSome even said he was John the Baptist risenAnd even wondered if this was the Messiah"No He couldn't be, He was from Nazareth""Does anything good come out of that town?"He heard of cleansed lepers, the deaf hearingRaising the dead, lame men walking,And even the blind seeing.There were also scandals of Him breaking the Sabbath,Being a law to himself and forgiving sins,Being friends with the unsavory of societyHow he was a glutinous and a drunkardHe even called the Pharisees snakes!How could one so bad do things so good?As he sat pondering this conundrumHe thought of King David - the stories of his youth.He thought of him eating the show bread reserved for the priestsHe thought of how David had all the unsavory of societyGathered to him as an army - Yet he was anointed of GodBut David did no miracles this man must be greater than him.The thought hit him like a thunder bolt.He is the son of David; David was treated the same wayDay after day the revelation thrilled himHow he longed to meet Him, He could open His eyes.Then one day there was the noise in the distanceThe hum of voices and footsteps walking and running"Sir", he said to someone standing by "is a caravan coming,""No -its that prophet from Nazareth coming this way."He stood he yelled "Jesus, Son of David, Have mercy on me"The man standing next to him said, "Hey-Are you trying to deafen me"He cried again "Jesus, Son of David, Have mercy on me"Other voices said "Quiet down, you will wake the dead"The murmur of disapproval continued but he kept on callingAnother voice said "He's calling for you" and a arm took his ownHe dropped his rags aside and was lead through he crowdAnd stopped naked before the "Son of David"A quiet voice said "What do you want?""Please Sir -I want my sight""Away you go -your faith has healed you"…"And there through the haze He was standing in front of me,The Son of David the first thing I saw, I yelled I can see, I can see"Glory to God I can see"
11 November 2007
Mark 10:46-52
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14©2007 Stephen Share