I lie here delivered to my lot
before man and God
and nothing happens time after time
and year after year
as if God has no powers,
doesn’t notice me,
or I do not follow Him
dutiful enough
and why I have to carry this burden
I have already asked everyone long ago
and they think that it’s from sin
but are not really sure
and I do not know
when and where I did wrong
and it’s already thirty-eight years
and when water is only stirred
everybody wants to get in
and sometimes some are healed
but just not me
as nobody helps me in
and I am almost without hope,
but then a wonderful day comes
that a man finds me
at the bath of Bethesda
and he says to me:
“get up, take your bed and walk”
and something in his eyes
the very way that he looks at me
let all the pain, the paralysis disappear
and suddenly I have power
and I am healed
and dance overjoyed
in front of Him.
He finds me in the temple
and then I know that it’s Jesus, the Christ
and just there and then
I want to talk to everyone
and tell them about Him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem