At the Edge of Bethesda

 At the Edge of Bethesda 

Beneath the hush of ancient waters,  

In the still pool where time holds its breath,  

A soul lingers in the shadow of quiet despair—  

Haunted by unspoken winters and a past that binds.

Then comes a presence beyond the bounds of time,  

A voice imbued with gentle command and endless grace,  

Defying old laws with tender, resolute defiance,  

To breathe life into a silence weighed down by sorrow.

With a single touch, the years of anguish fall away,  

Chains of hopelessness shatter with divine intent,  

The weary heart awakens to a promise of renewal,  

As dawn unfurls its light over a slumbering earth.

Behold the wonder—a union of heavenly might,  

Where the Father's love and the Son's power entwine,  

Melding judgment with mercy in one eternal embrace,  

Calling every spirit to rise into vibrant belief.

Come, stand by the pool of living hope,  

Let each scar whisper tales of triumph over despair,  

Embrace the call that echoes through scripture and time,  

For in every healing, the sacred grace is reborn.