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Blinded
Many years ago
a babe was born
on a sunlit night.
Who could know
that by morn
the babe would lose his sight?
Blinded by the light
from the sun that rose at night,
the light made his world dark
But for the light inside his heart.
One the night of his thirteenth birthday
the sun ruled the sky again.
The light flared hot inside his heart
and sight was restored to him.
He could see but unlike others
he saw into the hearts of men.
Lies can't hide inside the heart,
nor can secret sin.
Years went by
as the boy grew
to become a man.
Who knew why
he saw through
men's hearts across the land?
Afraid of his power
they locked him in a tower
to protect secrets dark
hidden in their hearts.
Then the night of his twenty-fifth birthday
once more the sun shone down.
The tower glowed within the heat
as mud boiled in the ground.
The frightened people came next day
to kill the all-seeing one.
But his cell was bare, the door was locked...
Through open windows sang the sun.
Many years ago
a babe was born
on a sunlit night.
Who could know
that by morn
the babe would lose his life?
a babe was born
on a sunlit night.
Who could know
that by morn
the babe would lose his sight?
Blinded by the light
from the sun that rose at night,
the light made his world dark
But for the light inside his heart.
One the night of his thirteenth birthday
the sun ruled the sky again.
The light flared hot inside his heart
and sight was restored to him.
He could see but unlike others
he saw into the hearts of men.
Lies can't hide inside the heart,
nor can secret sin.
Years went by
as the boy grew
to become a man.
Who knew why
he saw through
men's hearts across the land?
Afraid of his power
they locked him in a tower
to protect secrets dark
hidden in their hearts.
Then the night of his twenty-fifth birthday
once more the sun shone down.
The tower glowed within the heat
as mud boiled in the ground.
The frightened people came next day
to kill the all-seeing one.
But his cell was bare, the door was locked...
Through open windows sang the sun.
Many years ago
a babe was born
on a sunlit night.
Who could know
that by morn
the babe would lose his life?
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