The leper limped his way
before the Lord,
He was a mass of
putrefying flesh,
Revolting and disgusting.
A choking,
reeking stench emanates.
Sickened to
my stomach,
I almost
retch and shudder,
As I look
away.
My reaction
is,
Bereft of
love,
Bereft of
charity.
I hear a
gasp,
The crowd
dumbfounded,
Is aghast
at the approach,
Of the
wretched man,
Who dropping
to the ground,
Begins to
cry,
“Lord,
if You will,
You can make
me clean.”
His distress aroused
His distress aroused
Compassion,
In the tender heart of God
In the tender heart of God
Where mercy
overflows.
The leper
dared to hope,
When he beheld the Lord
When he beheld the Lord
And God in
turn did touch
The seething
mass of dying flesh
And said “I will.
Be healed!”
,
Forthwith
he’s whole again,
But just his
body.
Not his soul.
Not his soul.
The miracle
Is incomplete,
Is incomplete,
Until he stands before a priest,
Who will declare him free
Of the disease.
Of the disease.
This will seal the
work
God has
begun.
I too did reek of sin,
And leprous was my soul,
Until I fell
upon my knees,
And I
confessed,
“Bless me
father, I have sinned.”
Mercy overflowed,
God healed me and restored
All I had lost.
Absolved in
Jesus’ Name
My soul is
clean again,
My Lord has
made me whole.
-Myra D'Souza
March 07, 2018
-Myra D'Souza
March 07, 2018
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