Bartimaeus
Bartimaeus
by Joel Howard
Why should the blind
also be the beggar?
Why should the poor
be also the lame?
Why this injustice
always be evident?
O Bartimaeus
O Bartimaeus
Why should the hungry
be so discouraged?
Why should the passionate
be frowned upon?
Why do the proud
who need nothing
Steal the Lord from thee
O Bartimaeus
O Bartimaeus
Sit there, sit there
Blind and begging
Sit there, sit there
All your days
Here comes Jesus
Bartimaeus
Maybe now
Is your chance
Sit there, sit there
He is coming
Sit there, sit there
Bartimaeus
O blind beggar
Shout in anguish
Maybe now
Is your chance
Maybe now
My friend
Just outside
Of Jericho's borders
How the irony
Christ comes to you
From a city
He's been to before
Joshua's shouts implored
"Not by power
By my Spirit"
Walls came tumbling down
I can still
Through this man hear it
"Mercy, Son of God"
"Mercy, Son of God"
"David's Son"
"Merciful One"
"Joshua's King"
"Have mercy on me"
"Faithful God"
"Look on me now"
"I raise a shout"
"Let my blindness fall down!"
Joshua, David
Jericho, Goliath
Lowly, Poor
Beggars before the Lord
This was nothing new
For Bartimaeus to do
"Mercy me"
"Mercy me"
"Mercy me"
"Mercy me"
So in the face of
all your giants
In the face of
Unsurmountable walls
Health be ridden
Child, remember
This, too, is your God
You must cry aloud!
Take heart, sinner
He is calling you
Get up and make your request
O son, O daughter
O Bartimaeus!
Lord restore to me
My sight so I can see
Recommend to me
Physician, let me see
"Now come and follow Me"
