Seeing Is Believe They Say. Poem by Sandra jacks

Seeing is believing,
they say,
but all eyes seem to stray,
A paper cup,
was once a tree,
so tell me friend,
what do you see.

Seeing is believing,
they say,
so tell me,
what makes me this way,
a magic trick,
forced eyes to delay,
so tell me friend,
what do you see.

Seeing is believing,
they say,
what miracles,
have i seen today,
The blind man now sees,
the deaf now hears,
the broken arm was fixed,
in the blink of an eye,
a man no longer has aids,
because a solid,
church did pray,
so tell me,
what did you see today.