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, Jesus 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
When I cannot see the morning, night extinguishes my flame, as you pass me on your journey, give me faith to call your name. When the joyous crowd acclaims you, drowning out my feeble cry, give me still the voice to claim you while you yet are passing by. Let me call you by your father: Son of David, pity me! In our flesh we are as brothers: Mercy, Lord; I want to see! When your silence echoes in me, give me faith that calls the more. Rich derision though it win me, I will shout 'til I am hoarse: Son of David, oh, have mercy on a son of man and mud! Fill me 'til your name comes bursting from the wrack of flesh and blood. This shall be my burning vision, light within my deepest night. This must be my hope and mission 'til at last you give me sight.