I use this as a lesson tool

In Jerusalem there was a pool

Five porches in a single bay

A pallet where an old man lay

A stranger came compassion filled

And asked, would he rather be healed

I’ve lain here many night and day

So would you then rather be healed?

I’ve sought the will I need to pray

And so would you rather be healed

I cannot walk, what can I say

But would you still rather be healed

Oh but I cannot find the way

And so I say would you be healed

My years here have been thirty and eight

Dear friend would you rather be healed

So many here that know our fate

And yet won’t you rather be healed

An angel stirs the water clean

I ask again would you be healed

But no one here to put me in

Behold! You would rather be healed

With many words he rambled on

His story so patiently borne

Our savior not inclined to talk

Told him to pick his bed and walk

To trust the word, he did not know

But up he got and marveled so

The name of who had made him whole

He could not tell a single soul.