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| Today we went to the nursing home |
| The pastor, some others, and I |
| Something happened there that broke my heart |
| And brought tear-drops to my eyes. |
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| I sat down by a dear little lady |
| Who was trying to comb back her hair. |
| I asked her if she'd sing with me |
| And offered my song book to share. |
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| She gently pushed the book away |
| And without ever raising her head |
| She broke my heart as she whispered |
| "I can't 'cause I'm blind", she said. |
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| And as the tear-drops filled my eyes |
| And slid quietly down my face |
| I heard that dear sweet lady sing |
| The words to Amazing Grace. |
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| "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound |
| That saved a wretch like me |
| I once was lost but now am found |
| Was blind but now I see". |
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| I looked into that sightless face |
| So weathered by the passing years |
| There was such a quiet peaceful air |
| That I began to dry my tears. |
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| "That lady isn't blind", I said |
| It's just her eyes that do not see |
| And when she walks the Streets of Gold |
| She'll see as well as you and me. |
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| Now if your vision here on earth |
| Is just as perfect as can be |
| And you've not settled things with God |
| Then you're more blind, my friend, than she! |
