The hands that heal

 A very long time ago there was a man. He was a man filled with wisdom and spiritual insight. Many came to him for knowledge. He was an intrepreter of dreams and visions. He would seek his father on a daily basis as to his walk among the people of the day. He was a warrior who fought his battles in the spiritual realm. He was undefeated in those battles. He would walk many miles to spread the message for which his purpose would later be revealed. He was a light unto darkness. There was nothing in darkness that could not be hidden from him. His words would someday become immortal. His words spoke life into the lives of those who heard them. His hands healed those that recieved from him. His sandals were worn from many travels. He is still alive today. He walks among us, but we fail to see him at times. The hands that heal can cure our blindness.