A blind man who received his sight on Palm Sunday, tells of what happened through his new eyes.

I have been blind my whole life long.
Not much reason to sing a song.
Good people helped me get around
but I had a good sense of sound..

I was crossing a busy road
feeling the burden of my load
and didn’t seem to hear the crowd
even though they were very loud..

Caught in the midst of a parade
I was frightened so I just prayed
that I would not be overcome
but I fell and was feeling numb.

There on the ground, where could I be?
My eyes opened and I could see.
I saw a man riding an ass
touching me as I watched him pass.

Later that week I watched him die
on the middle cross in the sky.
I saw the tomb they put him in
and on Sunday I was there again.

I was there before it was day
and saw the stone being rolled away.
You wonder, “Who did it?” I won’t say.
You’ll find the answer some sweet day.