This prayer is from my prayerful friend, Ray. It’s called, "I am the Blind Man." It is challenging but necessary that we are all but beggars given the bread of life.
I Am the Blind Man
Lord, without you I am the blind man.
Sitting on the sidelines of life, I am
a beggar. Hoping someone will notice
me and toss me some
spare change. Maybe enough to make
it for one more day. My hope of
anything better has long since vanished.
And I am reduced to despair.
Lord, without you I am the blind man.
I can’t see the beauty of the world.
A smile escapes my notice. A sunset
fades unseen. A
friend’s need goes
unmet in my darkness. And your
bounty and beauty are wasted
on me because no light gets
into my eyes or brightens my way.
Lord, without you I am the blind man.
How did all this start? Did
my vision begin to fail when my
pride began to rule? Did my sight
dim when carelessness or
greed gained a foothold in my heart?
Have I for so long depended on
myself instead of you that darkness won the day?
Lord, without you I am the blind man.
Pass by, please, one more time
and call me to your side. I’ll tell
you, as before, that what I want—
what I need—more than anything
else is to see clearly. I want to see
your face. I
want to see what is real.
I want to see you and follow, praising.