The Leper

                   The Leper

That ancient affliction called leprosy
Was the scourge for ancient man
It cut you off from family and friends
And eroding away fingers from hands

But what then could a leper do?
He was outcast and shunned by all
Assigned to be the dregs of humanity
His affliction became a death pall

And yet there was a healer
Whose power the disease could erase
But would he help an outcast leper
Or drive him from his face

And as the healer came from the mountain
A following crowd seeking his time
What chance for a pitiful leper
Disease ridden and covered with grime

But the healer looked into his eyes
A pitiful hollow-eyed soul
And when he asked for cleansing
Jesus touched him and made him whole