| I’d’ve always thought I’d see a lotta thoughtful things in life | 
| Until a blind man showed me something | 
| That was more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen | 
| One morning I was standing on a street corner waitin' for a bus | 
| When I heard the tap of a cane | 
| The he walked up beside me lookin' straight ahead through dark glasses | 
| And his Bible of braille in his hands | 
| He said, good morning sir in a voice that was soft and kind | 
| It sorta startled me for a moment for I had no idea that he knew I was there | 
| For I hadn’t made a sound | 
| Then I spoke to him and started conversation I said are you waitin' for a bus | 
| He said, yes sir, I’m goin' out to the college campus to give a lecture on Jesus | 
| Would you like to go with me he said with the smile you might enjoy yourself | 
| Although I’m not the world’s greatest speaker | 
| My subject is of a man that’s so different from any moments | 
| I guess it was curiosity that caused me to go or maybe this strange look about | 
| him | 
| But in a short time I found myself on a college campus | 
| Seated with the students at the jam | 
| The room was as still as inside of a tomb | 
| As he walked toward the podium in the middle of the room | 
| Then he opened his Bible and put his hands on a braille | 
| As though he was touching the hands of God | 
| And said, God, help these people to see what I have seen | 
| Show 'em the right path to trod | 
| Let 'em look to my eyes and see the love of Jesus for them | 
| And those that were there at the campus that morning | 
| Saw Jesus through the eyes of that blind man |