A MAN TOOK UP HIS BED

Whoever lies at Bethesda(the hours drifting away)looking for visions and miraclescan begin to arise this day.

Though the waters may seem to be troubledby an angel out of the skythe crowds cannot hold you back at allfrom your healing, as they surge by.

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