"WHO did sin, this man or his parents,
That he was born blind?"
The disciples waited in silence
The answer to find.
For each one was seeing as sightless
One blinded from birth;
For each one was thinking in darkness
Of dream of this earth.
But the Master saw not a blind man,
But one who was whole—
The true man, the image-of-God man,
Reflection of Soul!
Oh, no man was standing benighted
For sins of the past;
'Twas a lie that he had been blighted
And made an outcast.
For man lived then in perfection,
To Jesus' pure eye—
Representing God, Love, by reflection,
The son from on high.
So this man went forth and "came seeing";
His eyes had been healed.
He had learned of the truth of his being
Which had been concealed!
