Jesus,
 Son of David,
 have pity on us,
as you did on Bartimaeus.

Everyone knew him; the son of Timaeus.
We are beggars too, and blind.
We can’t stop crying out
 for the eyes of
faith.

Help us throw off
our cloaks of
 distrust.

Wrap us in
faith.

We want
 to follow you,
as did Bartimaeus.

Jesus,
 you proceed,

quietly, through the gates
of the promised land,
 with all of us
in tow.

Your way is smooth.
You pour light on our darkened path.
You lead us to the glorious
cool streams of your
 living water.

We shout for joy!

Jesus,

you know we are weak and cannot turn
 to a distant God who does not
 know our suffering
in person.

But you pitched your tent among ours.
You suffered the weakness
that besets us
here.

You wear it
as if
it were
your very
inmost being.

 And it is.