Gift
There once was a manWho sat in the park
Day after day
He'd watch the passersby
The jogger, the chessplayers, the kids at play
The one day he noticed a blind man
Who seemed to be smiling along his way
The man stopped the blind man
He asked why the blind man was smiling
He said your blind, your world is dark
How can you be happy?
The blind man replied
My good sir
I was once bitter, full of anger and spite
Blinded in a fire at age 16, the loss of sight
When a friend told me of another man
Who gave a greater sacrifice, his life
He took on the world's sins as his own
And as a gift to me, a gift of grace
He died on a cross on a hill named Golgotha
The blind man went on to say
That the man's sacrifice was the greatest gift
The greatest price
One that no one could ever repay
That a man named Jesus died
So that we could have eternal life
Forgiven by grace, God's gift to us
So that we could have that special link
To touch God spiritually, one on one
Then the blind man did leave
Saying God bless and Godspeed
The other man stood up and turned
To reveal himself a priest
With tears in his eyes and a gun in his hand
At the end of his rope and faith
He looked up to heaven and said
Truly all the blind shall see
He then threw the gun in the trash
And freeing his hands
To touch God spiritually, one on one
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