I Was That Blind Man Poem by Lost River

My friends, these words just thank you so much
I have decided to write
For it was you who stood by me
While I fought that fight

It was the fight that you said
That you wanted me to win
You see one must battle hard
For their soul, to keep it from sin

And it's not easy
Learning to walk and talk with God
Because my soul in sin
And my feet had so often trod

My friends they would always say
Oh please.....

Don't stand there on the left
You with me, we must be on the right
Think of Jesus our savior
And stand in His light

And now my friends
Have we not stood for all these years
Have we not seen and shed
Many, countless, almost endless, tears

And those tears, that I've seen in all your eyes
They taught me, finally to see
To follow that one
Who walked on water at Galilee

You know, they said He died one night
For you and me
On that cross... crucified...
On that Hill at Calvary

But did you know, that He was our eldest brother
That He suffered just so much for you and me
You see I'm talking that night... that night
That garden... that place they called Gethsemane

And those miracles He caused, they definitely are true,
The dead He raised, the lame He healed
The thousand He feed by that distance sandy shore sea
For, I was that blind man, and now I can see.