By Bethesda’s pool where waters softly gleam,
The sick and sorrowful in shadows make their plea,
Through prayer’s bright causeway flows heaven’s living stream,
A bridge of faith where broken spirits find their key.

Intercession rises like the morning’s flame,
Lifts every burden—flesh and soul and mind,
Through colonnades where angels whisper God’s great name,
To mercy’s tide where healing waits for all mankind.

Yet mystery dwells within the Sovereign’s heart,
Not every prayer meets human hope’s design,
Some answers come as grace when healing parts,
“No” proves wiser than our brightest sign.

Thus faith takes root where human wisdom ends,
Through prayer’s sure path, God’s perfect will transcends.