Ten Men With Leprosy

By Bob Hartman

Ten men with leprosy,
skin all scarred and goo-ish.
One was a Samaritan,
the other nine were Jewish.

Ten men with leprosy,
toes and fingers gone.
Jesus came into their town.
So as he walked along,

ten men with leprosy
gave him lots of room.
They didn’t want him catching
the disease that spelled their doom.

But ten men with leprosy
still wanted to be healed.
“Jesus, make us well!” they cried.
“Make our fingers feel!”

“Ten men with leprosy,”
said Jesus to the lot.
“Go and find a priest to tell you
if you’re well or not.”

Ten men with leprosy
were healed along the way.
They jumped for joy and laughed and cried
and shouted out “hooray!”…

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