At Bethesda

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.

poem by Gert Strydom
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