Blinded by the Light

Meditation on John 9)

When I was blind
I was defined
by my parent’s sin
not by God’s design.

When I was blind
I was resigned
to listen to stories
of a God
who was hard to please.

When I was blind
I would whine
about the world being unfair
that was ruled by a God who doesn’t care.

When I was blind
I would remind
my fellow sightless
about the God we failed to impress.

When I was blind
I almost declined
to have Someone place
mud on my face.

When I was blind,
I washed in the pool He assigned.
Then what came next was such a fright-
I was now blinded by the Light.

I was blinded by the Light
A miracle by the God I used to slight.
Even my neighbors didn’t know me,
They may have sight, but still couldn’t see.

When I was blinded by the Light
I told the rabbis of my regained sight.
Boy, they got all bent,
Because that procedure was not an approved treatment.

I am blinded by the Light
Now I see what’s wrong and what’s right.
Goodbye to the days of being confined,
Adios to the nights when I was blind.

Artistic Differences

(John 7:1-9)

His brothers said:
“How can Your ministry be spread?
Come on, take Your act on the road.
This is Your time - Be bold!”

Jesus replied:
“The world wants to tan My hide.
Despite what you think,
The timing stinks!”

“You guys go on ahead,
I’m going to lie in My own bed,
Take it easy and unwind.
Have some Me time-
Then I’m gonna save mankind.”