Fanny Crosby 1820-1915
I smell the fragrance of the pines
and hear each nature sound.
Something envelopes my thoughts.
Creation's all around.
I sit for several hours but
I can't a sentence write.
Will I be trying hours more,
to write throughout the night?
You'd have to wear some special shoes
to see my unique view -
yet empty are the words I find
explaining God to you.
So try to close your eyes awhile -
in patience. It's alright.
I'll pray that angels sprinkle words
to help me say this right...
If you could see His miracles
in all I've been forgiven -
if you could also understand the gifts
to me, that He has given -
I wouldn't need to write one word.
His light, you'd finally see -
and understand my awesome God,
though you aren't blind like me.
©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Once a Scotch minister remarked to her, “I think it is a great pity that the Master, when He showered so many gifts upon you, did not give you sight.”
She answered: “Do you know that, if at birth I had been able to make one petition to my Creator, it would have been that I should be made blind?”
“Why?” asked the surprised preacher.
“Because, when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Saviour.”*
*Moseley H. Williams, The Sunday School World, (Lesson for Aug. 19, 1900 The man born blind, Applications and Illustrations) pg. 302
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