By Bethesda’s special pool, each day they did wait.

Blind and halt and withered there, each to not be late.

By the pool the crippled lay; healing was the goal.

Ere an angel’s touch was stirred, not one would be whole.

Years and years a man stayed near, but with none to aid.

Then the Savior came, unknown, to surround and stay.

“Wilt thou be made whole?” was asked by the Healer there.

“I can’t reach the pool myself. These pains I must bear.”

“Wilt thou be made whole? I can ease thy load.

Can I heal thy sun-parched soul? May I make thee whole?”

“Rise, and take thy bed and walk.” These words Jesus spoke.

Soon the man was cleansed and healed, as if he awoke.

Had full faith been shown that day from this aged man?

Can we also trust our Lord? Will we take his hand?

By our own Bethesda pools in a sacred space,

He can clearly mend our cares through (by) his wondrous grace.

We can also rise like him o’er our doubts and fears

As we linger, patiently, listening to hear.

We can be made whole when his hand we hold.

He can heal our holy souls; He will make us whole.