Too long my foolish gaze was riveted
in hopeful expectation at the pool.
where passing angel touched and he who chanced
to be the first to step into the pool
was healed of whatsoever plague he had.
But all my solitary efforts failed,
and none came forth to offer helping hand.
And after many weary years had passed,
my questing heart cried out. "Is this God's plan.
to heal by superstition or by chance a favored one?"
Depressed, I prayed for light..
And as I prayed, I heard the Christly call,
"Wilt thou be ... whole?" The Master knew my need!
And as my pitying self sought to explain,
he bade me rise, take up my bed, and walk.
while ever-flowing streams of chastening Love
now washed away impurities of flesh.
the binding evils I so long had nursed.
and I arose regenerated—free!
