At six weeks old, Frances Jane Crosby went blind. Irreversibly blind.
She didn’t know her mother’s face or what a garden looked like. She didn’t see the sun set or rise. She never saw waves crashing on the beach.
At eight years old, she wrote this:
Oh what a happy soul I am,
Although I cannot see;
I am resolved that in this world
Contented I will be.
- How many blessings I enjoy,
- That other people don’t;
- To weep and sigh because I’m blind,
- I cannot, and I won’t.
~Fanny Crosby, Age 8~