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ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
PRAISE ELISHA'S GOD IN HEAVEN!


"Go dip in the Jordon", he said;
The prophet who must surely be mislead,
But after travelling to Israel,
I will test this cure though it fail.


ONE


I dipped myself in that dirty trickle
Laughing to think God's favour so fickle,
As to above the rivers of Assyria choose
This little wilderness ooze.


TWO


I went in for my second dip,
with a curl of scorn upon my lip:
"Told you this Jordon trick was no good,"
Teach me to believe an Israelite this would!


THREE


As for the third time I dived under,
I had a tiny hope it would work a wonder;
If this was going to bring me some ease,
I should have seen lessening of the disease.


FOUR


As up from my fourth dip I came,
Looking, feeling and smelling the same:
I threw myself down upon the bank,
For my heart was turning rank.


FIVE


Five washes and I began to ponder Elisha's word.
Why set the Captain of Assyria a mime so absurd? 
Didn't he know I could drag him off with jailers,
Sentenced for impudence and sorcery failures?


SIX


If I could feel the cold I would shiver,
Six times I have dipped myself in this river,
Across my form the illness still loomed,
To be a leper, it seemed I was doomed.


SEVEN


I am cold and my head is all aspin,
Now the water tingles against my skin;
If I didn't know any better,
I would say I was no longer a leper!


ONE
TWO 
THREE
FOUR
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PRAISE ELISHA'S GOD IN HEAVEN!


I was an ignorant fool,
To despise this little pool;
Now in loud song,
I acknowledge I was wrong!


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PRAISE ELISHA'S GOD IN HEAVEN

Cecelia Hopkins

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