Blind
I cannot see
Blind
No longer me
Blind
I meant to be
Blind
All for Thee
Blind
I did not see
Blind
You only wanted
Me....
For three days you cannot see. Everything in your life is gone. Your sight, your passion, your zeal. In a handful of words, all you know to be true is nothing more than the darkness that surrounds you. You do not know if you will ever see again. You have no desire for food, water, any form of sustenance. For what? What life do you have to live?
Oh, the guilt! For a few short minutes you escaped the overwhelming, all consuming guilt. The heretics, the defilers of the faith that you hunted like dogs. The crazy Christian lunatics that calmly allowed themselves to be taken into custody, spouting forgiveness and praying God to have mercy on your soul. You had them neatly tucked away, not concerned with their lot. What was done with them once you did your job. Your God-given job!
But it wasn't, was it? It wasn't God ordained. In fact, you were persecuting the Son of the very Person you claimed to love and serve. How could it go so wrong? No......how could you be so wrong. And at what cost?
Human cost. Theirs and yours.
What was left for this shell of a man you had become? How could you ever make amends? What sacrifice could possible blot out the stain of your sin? What indeed, but the blood of One who not only forgave you for persecuting Him and His, but seeks You - to make you His own? Maybe you were not so wrong about the crazy part. This Christ must be crazy to think there is anything redeemable about you.....
Crazy, to still love you......
