WILT THOU BE MADE WHOLE?
By E. F. Johnston
For thirty-eight years he had waited in vain
To be put in the health-giving pool.
With withered and lame, with the halt and the blind,
He had suffered in misery’s school.
The Saviour beheld this poor impotent man,
Who was tortured in body and soul,
And said to him then as He says to you now,
O my brother, “Wilt thou be made whole?” The question thus asked was a promise as well,
“I will give,—will you take it?”—expressed.
He took up his bed and he walked, praise the Lord,
And he later the Saviour confessed. O! rise up and walk, on the promise of God,
And your sin-bred disease will depart;
The life-giving Jesus is passing this way,
And His law He would write in your heart. Wilt thou be made whole? O, wilt thou be made
whole?
Is the question addressed to each one
Who has traveled for years on the highway to death,
Or his journey has only begun;
A life-and-death question confronts you, dear friend,
Are you seeking for healing to-day?
You may be made whole in both body and soul,
For the Saviour is passing this way.