Moving through the crowds seeking out the lame
critics of his actions whisper, he's on the gravy train
yet his actions are pure, his wanting is to cure
he shouts his appeals, holding up hands that heal

Like many a shepherd before him, he tends his flock
healing till exhausted around the clock
with a selfless attitude true to all like him
his followers gaining momentum

Walking down the streets a lord
one of the elite of old
angel of her glory
with hands that do heal

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris