Sweet the scent of victory,
Sweet the adulation,
Maker of national history,
Sweet the admiration.
Recognised by royal court,
Adorned with medal favour
For victories won and battles fought,
Brave military behaviour.
Authorative in power and might,
Commanding chief of forces,
Leading armies to the fight
On steaming charger horses.
Obeyed, respected, each decree
Unquestionably adhered to,
But inward raged anxiety,
A future that he feared too.
Sour the scent of hopelessness,
Sour the future outlook,
Threatening every past success,
Sour and sad his heart shook.
For once he trembled, quaked in fear,
This foe, beyond defeating,
Was now the master commandeer.
Could leprosy be beaten?
A Godly maid a word did bring.
With letter from his master,
But first he called on the wrong King,
Which proved a near disaster.
At last, he stood expectantly
Before the prophet’s dwelling
He spat, disgusted, on the ground,
‘The Jordan - filthy river!
Go wash in that muddy surround?
He must be joking – Never!’
His inward pride rose up in war,
Worse than his fiercest battles,
Despair and anger, a furore,
And boy, well, he was rattled.
A servant’s wisdom, timely word,
Pride withered, died, at last he heard
With faith and expectation.
All anger ceased, there came a calm,
He dipped in Jordan’s river
And knew God’s touch, His healing balm
Give life and peace forever.
Be still, brave heart, bow humbly low
Your pride and sin forsaking,
Your Saviour to the cross did go,
Such was His undertaking.
When stormy tempests rise and blow
And fierce the war zone battle,
Be still dear soul, be still and know
His peace o’ercome the rattle.
2 Kings 5.
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