Bij de vierde zondag door het jaar
Elisa weigert het geschenk van Naäman door Ferdinand Bol, 1661
Before Elisha’s gate
The Syrian leper stood;
But could not brook to wait,
He deemed himself too good:
He thought the prophet would attend,
And not to him a message send.
Have I this journey come,
And will he not be seen?
I were as well at home,
Would washing make me clean:
Why must I wash in Jordan’s flood?
Damascus’ rivers are as good.
Thus by his foolish pride
He almost missed a cure;
Howe’er at length he tried,
And found the method sure:
Soon as his pride was brought to yield,
The leprosy was quickly healed.
Leprous and proud as he,
To Jesus thus I came,
From sin to set me free,
When first I heard his fame:
Surely, thought I, my pompous train
Of vows and tears will notice gain.
My heart devised the way
Which I supposed he’d take;
And when I found delay,
Was ready to go back:
Had he some painful task enjoined,
I to performance seemed inclined.
John Newton (24 juli 1725 – 21 december 1807)
St James’s Church in Londen, de geboorteplaats van John Newton
Zie voor de schrijvers van de 3e februari ook mijn twee volgende blogs van vandaag.