The Healing Wine

by

Wesley A. Storer

For my lonely old friend and me

In Memory of
Richard Emmanuel Hoffman

Once long ago I was a bum in Cana
In the land of the children of Israel
I was with an old friend who was dying
Under the shade of a sycamore tree
And I was very very grieved
There was what appeared to be a feast
At a home down the way we could see
Someone said 'They have no wine!'
A while later a strange man came to us
Dressed in white and as sad as could be
He was not what you would call handsome
But our spirits leapt for joy within us
He said, 'Strong drink is for the perishing.'
He said, 'Drink to your friend's recovery
and he will be well again do you believe?'
And I took the cup he offered me
I drank and my lonely old friend drank
We drank, and my old friend was relieved
From the sickness that was killing He
I know you think this is a big fat lie
Because it is not in the book of holy writ
So I do not really expect you to believe
This story of why the LORD turned
The water into lovely healing wine
For my lonely old friend and me

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