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(II Kings 5ff)

I would I were like Naaman’s maid,

The little captive unafraid

Who would her captor’s blessing see

More than her own sweet liberty.

No faith the king had like the child,

In Providence she rested mild,

Content to serve, a captured slave,

And longed the mighty man to save.

Her faith a fearsome valor knew,

And so the weak, the poor, the few

Can topple battlements so high

When stronger folk dare not draw nigh.

This little maid, so poor and mean,

Beheld the warrior made clean.

Her faith a blessing was to those

Whom in eternity God chose.

If Providence should seem to frown

Let me embrace the thorny crown

And know that He works all things well

Who has redeemed my soul from Hell.

March 2012