Well, there's a blind man - he's a beggar
He was a blind since birth
But to demonstrate the power of God
Jesus looked at him and spat down on the earth
He made ointment with His spittle
Then Jesus put the mud on his eyes
And when the man got back from washin' at Siloam
He was no longer blind
Ah, but ain't that a miracle? Yes, indeed
Ain't that a miracle? Now he can see, baby!
Ain't that a miracle? Totally free!
Anything's possible if you believe -- oh, if you believe!
Now the neighbors saw the beggar
'Cause they knew him from his previous occupation
Some said, "Is he the one who used to sit and beg?"
Some said, "No, this must be some imitation!"
But the beggar kept affirming that he was the one who'd been blind
He said, "This Jesus guy made clay, put it on my eyes and said,
'Wash and you'll be fine.'"
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Well, the people took him to the temple
And brought in his folks
Took him up to the Pharisees
They said "Is this your son? How did he get healed?"
They said "We don't know!" Ooh yeah!
But they didn't even listen to the man himself
Because this world demands a sign and when it gets one
It just wants to stick it on a shelf
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