The Song of Namaan
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
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
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!
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
PRAISE ELISHA'S GOD IN HEAVEN
Cecelia Hopkins
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2019
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