The blind.

The blind.

I have sat in a wheelchair all my life. There has to be something better for me in sight. When's my time to go? I will not need a wheelchair, I know. I will be in a place that doesn't have any tears or fears. I can run and jump for the rest of my life. There can be three below. But your new body does not feel the cold. The next time we meet, I will be healed, and then we can run and jump in the fields. That day will come, and I will be filled with joy. I will meet you all, my friends, and they'll take me by the hand. We will take a walk because I can. I think the Lord put me here for a reason. I feel sorry for some of the people who can walk. Some of them are worse off than me.