No one knows what it's like to be the blind man,
To be confined, man, through blinded eyes.
No one knows what it's like with light faded,
Life degraded, and all that that implies.
But my dreams, they are as distant
As my eyesight seems to be.
Spend my hours, beg for money.
My life is darkness. I'll never see.
No one knows what it's like to seek a healing
Like I do, my eyes made new!
No one's sight came as hard, but I have it.
Can I explain it, though? God came through!
But my dreams, they are unlawful
To the scribe and Pharisee.
I spent hours cross-examined
'Cause on the Sabbath, I shouldn't see.
And they twist my new lack of groping
Because Christ sent me to that pool.
Now it's a trial - Sabbath is bad news.
The power of God has broken their rules.
But did I follow anything evil?
I said he's from God, no doubt.
"He's a sinner," they said, "don't you thank him,"
Called me names, then they threw me out.
No one knows what it's like to be a banned man,
To meet the God-man, to find new life.
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