Who ls Me?

The man is blind indeed Who does not see me as a tree The blind man tho't he needed sight Because of the terrors of the night He could not imagine this creature called man Whom everyone said was made of sand He heard talk but he didn't see What everyone else said could be Jesus gave the man one touch he couldn't believe his eyes Because in the world that was not seen It all appeared as a tree And now when he opens his eyes the trees indeed do move A second touch he did need So that all became clear Man was indeed a walking tree. Since he looked through the water of his eyes