I hear your arrival.
I feel your presence approach.
Yet far, but still you come near.
Is it really you?
My eyes have been clouded by the hurt of my history, my anguish and shame.
I’ve begged for so long.
Yet still, my soul sees you clearly.
My only hope.
My King.
Salvation at last.
So I cry out to you, “Jesus, Son of David, have pity on me!”
And all the world turns to scorn me. My own guilt rises up to shut my mouth and smother my cry.
And I struggle within.
I fight myself and the world shoves me down.
Still, somehow, my soul finds courage. It fights for its life.
A broken soul seeking healing will not be denied.
The soul reaching out to pure, supreme love will never be silenced.
So I cry out again,
“Son of David, have mercy on me!”
And you stop.
You call me to your side.
I leave all my worries behind and hurry to you.
You ask me what I want.
I want to see you Master, with my own eyes.
You open them, and I see heaven before me.
My faith in your Word has saved me.
I can see now.
I am free.
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Here’s the Bible passage that inspired this reflection…
As Jesus was leaving Jericho with his disciples and a sizable crowd, Bartimaeus, a blind man, the son of Timaeus, sat by the roadside begging.
On hearing that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out and say, “Jesus, son of David, have pity on me.”
And many rebuked him, telling him to be silent. But he kept calling out all the more, “Son of David, have pity on me.”
Jesus stopped and said, “Call him.” So they called the blind man, saying to him, “Take courage; get up, he is calling you.”
He threw aside his cloak, sprang up, and came to Jesus.
Jesus said to him in reply, “What do you want me to do for you?” The blind man replied to him, “Master, I want to see.”
Jesus told him, “Go your way; your faith has saved you.” Immediately he received his sight and followed him on the way.
Mark 10:46-52
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