At The Pool Of Bethesda Poem by Royston Nella

I've been lying here another year
feeling all alone in my great fear.
Perhaps this time? You can never tell.
Maybe it's my turn to be made well.

What's the commotion that I can hear?
Why is this man coming over here?
Look He is heading towards my way.
What is this that I've just heard him say?

"Do you want healing? ", To me He said.
"Arise, walk now and take up your bed."
Is this real and can this truly be?
Is this great man going to heal me?

Then entering this body of mine
came wondrous healing from the Divine.
No angel required, no water stirred.
Just from this man the commanding word.

Limbs for years that were useless and dead
became alive at the words He said.
Then I stood up to my great delight
and others saw the amazing sight.

The leaders said "This should never be."
For on the Sabbath He had healed me.
I did not know His wonderful name.
This great man who to Bethesda came.

Then I went to the temple to pray
and met Him again I'm glad to say.
Found out His name and He said to me
"Stop sinning or much worse things will be."

Back to the leaders I went to tell
that it was Jesus who'd made me well.
Why me? . I can never really say
but I'm glad He'd sought me out that day.