2 Kings 5
What great events! What mighty things!
To trifles owe their birth;
As noble rivers flow from springs
Half-hidden in the earth.
This truth in that sweet tale is seen,
Whose freshness nc’er can fade,
Of leprous Naarnan, cured and clean,
All through his little maid.
Though mighty he, and braver none,
And she a captive slave,
Yet could this weak, dependent one
For him a blessing crave,
She Israel’s holy prophet knew,
Her mind on God was stayed;
And words of faith and love He drew
From this same little maid.
She had but breathed her warm desire,
Her faith in God expressed,
When He conveyed the spark of fire
Into her master’s breast,
He, who on winds the seed can wing
To soil whence springs the blade,
To Naaman’s heart His word could bring,
Spoke by the little maid.
The Leper to time Prophet went,
God’s power and grace were seen,
And Naaman soon in worship bent;
He’d washed and he was clean.
Thus by the weak was God made known,
His glory He displayed,
Through seed which He Himself had sown
By her, the little maid.
ML 06/15/1941