Poetry

---

INTERCESSION


“Does is hurt to be blind?” The little boy asked the old man
“It doesn’t hurt at all” he replied while reaching for his hand
“Do people make fun of you?” The little boy continued on to say
“Oh, someone says something hurtful almost everyday”
“People hurt me too” the little boy sadly replied
“People just don’t understand” the old man said while the little boy started to cry
The old man while touching the little boy’s face soon learned
That skin once so smooth and pure had somehow been badly burned
“People, who do that, the old man said softly, don’t understand grace
They don’t know that someone died and took their place
All they see is the outward and judge according to what they see
They don’t know that He came to set the captives free
The little boy smiled and then leaned over to inquire
“How did you lose your sight?”
The old man responded, “I lost it in a fire”

---

PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR BELOW LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE