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