This is just a poem I wrote for Bible at school, it written from the perspective of a blind man who went to be with Jesus while he was being crucified.
In front of him was a hanging man,
He couldn't see his face.
Nor could he hear the words He spoke,
In the busy, crowded place.
He'd travelled miles to see this man,
This strong yet shunned leader.
He'd heard His name from a once- lame girl,
She said this man had freed her.
He told his heart it should not hope,
Lest he be betrayed.
Still he travelled to see this man,
But alas he was delayed.
He did not get to meet this man,
Nor tell Him his name.
Now He would never heal his eyes,
Like He healed the girl, once lame.
Then he heard the thumping,
Soldiers driving in the nails.
A keening noise from weeping friends,
Their desperate, bitter wails.
He feels the nails, as though in his heart,
Now he shall never see.
Unlike the walking-once lame-girl,
He shall not be free.
With saddened heart, and saddened soul,
He turned to leave that place.
Oh the poor, blind man
For he had not seen God's face.
With a desperate heart,
He paused and cried aloud.
Knowing he would not be heard,
Over the maddening crowd.
Suddenly, to his shock,
He saw through opened eyes.
Looking up to the cross,
He saw God heard his cries.
For despite all His pain,
Jesus Christ smiled.
A voice inside his head spoke,
"Be free and see, my child".
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