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The forest was dark,
the moon on the rise casting velvet shadows about enchanted skies.
A man blind since childhood felt his way along..
unsure of himself, just wanting to get home.
Puzzled in mind, confused and all alone,
fear's nameless spectre confused him even more.
He fell into quicksand, no longer solid ground,
with noone to hear his cries, he waited to be found.
Losing hope of living in again in the light of day
blindman bowed his head and he began to pray.
Jesus, the Son of God said, 'Here son,
take my hand..my life is to live for Him,