Poem

Blessed Blindness

Michael Beck Michael Beck

There is so much that puzzles me
No clue to what went on
The “how,” the “why,” eludes my grasp
No light upon me dawns

How much of what I cannot see
I simply must let go
If blind I am, then I shall say:
“But God alone You know”

Man is deep, and hard to “get”
I barely know myself
If I would know a thing in truth
Then from God it is dealt

Ignorant I am and stay
If God does not make clear
Humble hearts He opens wide
To what He’d have them hear

But though no man is known by me
I do not count such loss
The treasure that I truly seek
Is gained at higher cost

The knowledge of the Lord my God
Is all I want to know
And He will make Himself full known
If all else I forego


Michael Beck is a pastor in New York City and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.