Bethesda's Pool Poem by roy jenkin

He laid at the pool of Bethesda
Amongst all the impotent throng
No hope of his ever receiving
Of that which he'd waited so long


But then came the infinite Jesus
So full fo compassion was He
He spoke but a word of deliverance
And he that was bound was made free


It matters not how long the waiting
What matters is what He can do
And all of your deep disappointments
He'll turn into victory for you


Roy Jenkin