Bartimeo

A crowd
Shouting Jesus is coming
He wants to be healed
By love and truth
Nobody ever
Will forget
That charity
With which his majesty looks
And to a leper on his knees
He would contemplate his wounds
And to that blind Bartimaeus
Who cried from the ground
Have compassion on me
Son of David

Touch his skin
Look at the one who can't see
I want him to go
Truly clean
Go, your faith has saved you
Take heart, sin no more
Even if you stumble
I will not stop healing you
I will not stop healing you
And to a leper on his knees
He would contemplate his wounds
And to that blind Bartimaeus
Who cried from the ground
Have compassion on me
Son of David
And to a leper on his knees
He would contemplate his wounds
And that blind Bartimaeus
Who cried from the sky
Have compassion on me
Son of David