God Is Blind

My God is colour blind

Colour matters not to him,

Reds or yellows, blacks or whites

His blood cleanses all from sin.

God doesn’t see our looks

Faces and shapes don’t count,

All that counts is that you and I

Come to his precious fount.

Colour stains are washed away

Then we too do not see

The colour of our brother’s skin

In the crimson flow that be.

Faces and shapes, not at all

They too mean nothing to us,

All differences become the same

Reflected in the light of Jesus.

Rich and poor are really one

In all their sin and wretchedness,

Jesus is blind to all else

Except our need and nakedness.

When once we come to him

Old things are now gone past,

New creatures are we in Christ

Blind to this world at last.

The caste system of our times

Positions of the high and the low,

God sees not these classes

Both of them need to know.

He sees their need of salvation

From the ultimate wage of sin

And until they turn to him

He remains blind to all within.

Jew and Gentile are alike

He sees in them no difference,

Abraham cannot change a Jew

Nor Paul a Gentile’s decadence.

He closes his eyes to their boasts

For nothing else really matters

Than the covering of Jesus’ blood

Applied to the former and latter.

Blind to all we deem essential

Position, ethnicity and wealth,

Only because what’s important

Is the state of our spiritual health.

Seek God and His righteousness

And good things will be added to you,

Then you’ll be blind just like He is

And you’ll begin to see what is true.

For man accuses God of blindness

And says He takes no note

Of the injustices that are rife

And how the perpetrators gloat.

How He sits on His lofty throne

And if he could read a mind

Why not stop wrong before it happens?

Surely He must be blind.

But God turns a blind eye to such

To them who will fly in His face,

And offers them great salvation

Compliments of His love and grace.

God is blind, yes in some ways He is

But only because He chooses,

To give a chance to he who thinks He is

And that constantly His love refuses.

Grab that chance today

All that pretend they can see,

Outside of Him you are blind as a bat

And headed for a lost eternity.

In the nether land of the dark

There is no value in looks or colour,

No use in one’s position or ethnicity

Only the reality of eternity’s fire.

 

God will be blind to your predicament

And be deaf to your wailing screams,

To you His grace then ended

Still extended to the saved and redeemed.

In the times of ignorance He winked

But now commands He you to repent,

He will rid you of your spiritual blindness

Only in Jesus will your veil be rent.

            Stewart Russell © 2014