I Can Be Healed

"And they came to Jericho; and as he was leaving Jericho with his disciples and a great multitude, Bartimaeus, a blind beggar, the son of Timaeus, was sitting by the roadside. And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out and say, 'Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!' And many rebuked him, telling him to be silent; but he cried out all the more, 'Son of David, have mercy on me!' And Jesus stopped and said, 'Call him.' And they called the blind man, saying to him, 'Take heart; rise, he is calling you.' And throwing off his mantle he sprang up and came to Jesus. And Jesus said to him, 'What do you want me to do for you?' And the blind man said to him, 'Master, let me receive my sight.' And Jesus said to him, 'Go your way; your faith has made you well.' And immediately he received his sight and followed him on the way."1

I Am Worthy

I am a beggar, Lord, 'tis true;
At the mercy of ev'ry man.
My heart is hurting through and through.
Those around me do what they can.

I've battled both body and mind.
I am a filthy, worthless slave.
My heart knows only the unkind.
Its wounds will lead me to the grave.

But You count each hair on my head.
You know my wounds better than I.
When I presume myself for dead,
My heart evokes Your deepest sigh.

If You will, Lord, I can be healed.
My name on Your heart is engraved.
Without You, Lord, my fate is sealed.
But by Your mercy, I am saved!

You lift me up from where I lay.
You scrape off the squalor of sin.
You pour out mercy as I pray --
Cleansing my wounds that wince within.

You dry each of my bitter tears.
You hold me close next to Your breast.
Your warmth disperses all my fears.
You soothe my soul and give me rest.

You lead me to Your Bride, the Church
Where I will heal a bit each day.
While sin had left me in the lurch;
Your Bride secures the safest Way!

Through You a new life I will know.
With You my heart will be made whole.
In You, my faith will surely grow --
You are the glory of my soul!

(c) Paul Buis, 2000

1. Mark 10:46-52