The healed man had some clothes that he
Had parted with reluctantly,
Although his wife had said with dread,
“I will not have them near my bed.”
But he had scoffed. “What could it hurt?
Behold this fabulous T-shirt!”
“I won it on the battlefield,
And think it makes a glorious shield!”
“In such bright goods I must invest.
Believe me, dear. It’s for the best.”
She pointed to his furry hat.
“Such headgear makes your face too fat.
If being healed is your desire,
Then throw those garments in the fire!”
“They are not harming anything.
Their praises I will gladly sing,”
Said Naaman, though he had no peace.
While he pursued a sure release
From his unsightly leprosy,
His wife refused to let him be.
“Those smelly things reek of disease.
Please toss them NOW. Set me at ease.”
“Ah, but I snagged them at a sale.
Over the crowds I did prevail.”
“It isn’t Christmastime,” said she.
“Stop stalling so pathetically.”
So, Naaman set out for the dump,
but he was feeling like a grump.
The prophet lived too far away.
To get there took him half a day.
He started knocking on the door.
“Important man here. Don’t ignore!”
“Just wave your hand and do the deed!
Heal me, prophet, with great speed!”
After a while, a messenger came.
Gehazi was the servant’s name.
“If you’d be healed,” he told the man,
“then you must heed my master’s plan.”
Now Naaman’s insides filled with wrath
when told that he must take a bath,
Not once, not twice, but seven times.
Was it to pay for all his crimes?
“That insult,” he said, “I can’t bear.”
“The idiot cap, then, you will wear,”
His servants said. “Would you be healed?”
So, from his back, his robe he peeled.
He took his shirt and vest off too,
And ere he plunged into the brew,
Removed his shoes and socks and pants
(His underwear was full of ants).
Then in the Jordan he did dip
His naked body. What a trip!
For, even though the cure was free,
It didn’t happen instantly.
But as the man bathed, he got healed.
That’s how he saw God’s will revealed.
His skin, now healed, was soft and clean.
In old clothes he would not be seen.
His servants brought him something new.
Meanwhile, what could rich Naaman do
About the clothes he said he’d ditch,
The ones his wife told him to pitch?
To bury them would not be fun,
Although the sad deed must be done.
Back to the prophet he must go,
Thank him with grace, and not be slow.
He told the prophet, “Your God’s real!
I’ll worship him now. He’s the deal!”
Somehow, he felt that he should pay
For his healing, without delay.
But God’s man said, “You’re healed for free!”
So, he departed joyfully
Yet with a giant load of dirt
For burying the hat and shirt
And all his other germy clothes.
He wouldn’t be caught dead in those!
The outfits, used, to him weren’t cool,
And yet they made Gehazi drool.
Elisha’s servant found a way
To “steal” the guy’s old clothes that day.
But Naaman’s clothes spread leprosy.
Gehazi caught it easily
And from it he could not get healed.
Through greed his fate had just been sealed.
Now, there’s a moral to this story:
One, you must respect God’s glory.
Also, if you have a need,
Do not resort to selfish greed.
(based on the story in II Kings chapter 5)