He took me from the crowd, He did
A quiet shaded place
And kindly grabbed my shoulders
And got into my face
And thought it not improper
To stoop down to my plight
And smiled a knowing smile that said
‘Your ears will soon be right’.
For I had never, ever heard
The children’s laugh at play
The happy din of market-place
The lark at break of day
And silenced, never learned to speak
Or utter heart’s desire.
“Quite dumb” they said
The shame of it
Inside would burn like fire.
But Jesus stopped and smiled and sighed
(I read those lips, you know)
A sigh that seemed to grasp all pain
And feel the anguish so.
Then heaven-ward He cast a glimpse
His hands addressed my ears
And precious words gained access
Rang true, amidst my tears.
“Be opened”; what a manly voice
He spoke those words for me
And loosed my tongue
For cries of joy and thanks
Mark 7: 32-37