Born Blind Poem by Floyd M. McLain

Born Blind



Who worked to form man?
A man born blind will see,
While others say,
"A sinner born that way".

Jesus spat upon the earth,
And gathered up clay.
For eyes blind by birth
Dust in spittle plied.

Hands with clay anointing,
A touch redeeming
Along a dusty way
On that Sabbath day.

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Floyd M. McLain

Floyd M. McLain

Tampa, Florida
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