Blind

You found us wandering in the alleyways
Stumbling through the rubbish
Our eyes wide open but unseeing
Our needle stick arms groping the walls

But you cannot lead a blind man
Who doesn’t think he is blind
Offended he will just spurn your invitation
Beating away any guiding hand
Stubbornly going on his way
Deeper and deeper into the twisting alleys

But for those who know their desperate situation
How wonderful is the sound of Your voice
It is an island in an ocean of confusion
An oasis of hope in the desert
It converges the ever shifting path before us
Into a wide highway to freedom

You take hold of our hand
Filling our hearts with peace
You gently turn us round
And we know our days of being lost are over

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