His life was
good
He had it all
Riches were
his
And good
position too
But in the
midst of his arrogance
Disease
struck him down
His
physicians had no cure
And folk
medicine did not abate it
In
resignation he dismally accepted
That fate had
dealt him a deathly blow
But then a
young girl
A servant of
his wife
And a
follower of God
Intoned a
suggestion
That a
prophet he should seek
And healing
he would find
So the man
sought out the prophet
Bringing
money and riches
With which to
purchase this cure
Go dip in the
Jordan seven times
Was the
prophet’s command
What? What
foolishness was this?
That prophet
should call upon the Lord
Wave his
hands over me
And heal me
of my disease
Why should I,
a princely man
Wash within
those muddy waters?
Angrily he
turned away
Despondent
and resigned
But then his
servant queried of him
If something
great
The prophet
had instructed
Would he not
have done it?
How much more
then
Was the
command
Wash and be
clean?
The man went
down to the Jordan
Not believing
the murky water would help
But hoping
against hope they would
He dipped
himself once, twice
And a third
time
But nothing
changed
No cure
appeared
Why am I
doing this he thought
How foolish I
must look
Again he
dipped a fourth time
Then a fifth
and sixth
But the
disease still remained
What’s the
use, why continue?
But something
deep inside encouraged him
Dip one more
time…just one more
With a sigh
he went down
Washed once
more
And rising up
looked upon his flesh
What was
this? How could it be?
The disease
was gone!
His healing
he had received!
In his joy he
returned to the prophet
Rejoicing in
the miracle
And giving
praise to the Lord eternal
So if you are
struggling
Have many
woes in your life
Seek out the
Lord’s will
Dip and dip
again
Do as you are
told
No matter how
foolish it may seem
Because by
dipping one more time
A miracle you
might just obtain
Just dip…
Dip one more
time
