I use to pray for the deaf dumb and blind and then it dawned on me

That thru all my life i passed stress and strife for I was blind and could not see

I was unable to hear no matter how near the people who prayed for soul

And with a mouth full of grout unable to shout halleluiah how when a blessing i behold

For I thought i was better more put together than those that I prayed for

And I thought I didn’t need or should i say believe the prayers as they went out the door

I wasn’t humble enough to smell my own stuff and that in it self was sad

For no matter the reason I just kept on deceiving myself and disappointing not exalting my dad

Until I realized as he open my eyes the stumbling block he said no passes

He put in my way to help me obey my person road to Damascus

M. Maurice Temple