Poem August 28, 1902 Issue

"Whereas I was Blind, now I See"

Frances Bent Dillingham with contributions from St. Francis de Sales, Thomas A Kempis

Zion's Herald

I met him but once in half darkness,
And how can I tell you, wise scribes,
Of his beauty, his wisdom, his glory,
Who would only answer with jibes?
Or would ye, too, be his disciples?
Nay, ye mock both at him and at me;
But I know, and none can deny it,
Whereas I was blind, now I see.

Tell me, ye scribes and ye elders,
Well versed in the prophets and law,
Whence got he this wonderful power,
The greatest the world ever saw,
If not from our God, the Alimighty?
Can ye make no answer to me?
Then cast me forth till I find him;
Whereas I was blind, now I see.

To-day as we grope toward the Master,
The Light of the World do we find;
The wise with their questions confront us,
Amazed that we no more are blind.
We cannot describe the sweet power
That has set us eternally free;
But we know, praising God for the knowledge,
Whereas we were blind, now we see.

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