BETHESDA

(John 5)

O sick humanity, rise from your bed and walk!Why do you wait the moving of the waters?That which disturbs and purifies and healsComes from within.Why do you yearn with superstitious longingFor the fair future wherein good shall be?Did not the Master say that Life abundantMeans to know the Father, and yourself His son?Heaven is within.For here and now the angel moves the watersAs in your heart the thoughts of God abound.You are not sick, invalid, poor, frustrated;Shake off your sloth and wretchedness, and nowArise and walk!

Marion Alice Bowers

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