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With eyes opened,
I want to look so many places
other than Him.

It is easier to walk
with eyes closed.
No distractions.

Now everything catches me,
pulls me,
enchanted by beauty and horror alike.

He calls me to follow,
eyes opened.

I am Bartimaeus, blinded.
Restore and heal me, Son of David,
that I may look on You.


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