Amazing grace

 

Dust lay quiet on his eyes,

a night he never chose.

From birth he walked in borrowed dark

where no horizon rose.

Voices passed like drifting wind,

faces he could not find;

the world was sound and gentle touch—

a map within his mind.

Then Jesus came with quiet hands,

and mercy softly stirred;

Clay mixed with tears, a healing touch,

and grace within His word.

Then light broke through—he saw the sky,

the dust, the waiting crowd;

the colors of the waking world

that once were veiled by cloud.

He saw the Light behind the sun,

in every shining ray;

the God who formed the burning stars

had come to walk his way.

The Healer God who made the sun

had sent His Son to heal;

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound—

my sight restored, I kneel.

You looked on him—You looked on me,

my broken chains release;

a man born blind, but now he sees,

and praises Christ eternally.