THE BLIND MAN IN HIS DARKNESS
BESIDE THE HIGHWAY SAT;
HE HEARD THE TRAMPLING FOOTSTEPS
THRONG TO THE CITY GATE.
THEY TOLD HIM CHRIST OF NAZARETH
THAT HOUR WAS PASSING BY,
AND "JESUS, THOU HAVE MERCY!"
WAS THEN THE BLIND MAN'S CRY,
AND WHEN THE PEOPLE CHIDE HIM,
STILL LOUDER CRIED HE,
"O JESUS SON OF DAVID,
HAVE MERCY UPON ME!"
BY NEAL
I don' know the title of the poem, only the name of the author. Of course, it is about the story of the blind man.
Mark 8: 28...John 9: 1-25
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Very little going on. I went and bought a piece of corner molding for the "book case." I will have to put it on hold for a couple days. Will I ever get it done? It has been a work in progress since August...way too long. I hope I have it done before I hit 100 or there about.
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