Memories of colors and shapes and shades Remain clearly in my dreams Playing in my mind’s eye Reminding me of a time far past When all was clear and well defined
And even now when I lie still at day’s end Looking into the dark tunnel of my past When all that surrounds me is night I strain to see the narrow and dim beam Of vision only dreamed so bright
I have prayed for so many years to see again And searched far and wide for a cure For any remedy for this heavy curse That burdens me and mine with worry Not imagining a life that could be worse Why did this happen to me of all What did I do or who have I hurt To deserve this life-lasting dark place Will I ever see shape and color again Will I ever again see a smiling face
Yet now he comes, this Man of God This Jesua whose name is on all lips This wonder worker, this king we are sure Who they say has saved many like me Of illness, malady and defect cured
I’ve heard of his power and goodness Of his teachings of love and forgiveness And many have seen and felt his healing hand Oh that he might see me and return my sight Oh that I could follow and learn more of this man
Over the din of the crowd I call out Over and over calling: Jesua! Jesua! You are wonderful and teach love, Help Me! I am told to hush and stay away but I cannot I am told not to bother but I long to see
Finally I feel an arm, I hear his call I believe in His power and righteousness Tearfully I beg that my blindness might end I can feel his tenderness and heart And suddenly with just his word I see again!
Dear Jesus, help me in my blindness Help me see with my heart Not through the mist of doubt and fear But this time with eyes of love To see your goodness and truth so clear