That man is sick
He's got a tick
Let's throw a brick
Give him a kick
There must be sin
Somewhere therein
Or next of kin
Where to begin
To criticize
Or to apprise
This man's demise
And his blind eyes
Jesus just bent
Without judgment
Gave his consent
Healed his torment
He did not rave
Or misbehave
His life he gave
For us — to save
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