Dip seven times in Jordan, the prophet to Naaman did say.
Set aside your own agenda, dear commander, and obey.
Immerse yourself within it. There’s healing in this Word.
It must sink deep within you to remove the icy berg.
It is the berg of unbelief. We see it on the surface.
It’s floating on your skin. To shame you is its purpose.
Beneath it lies a mountain that can tumble the Titanic.
Only the Man of perfect faith can tread on that Atlantic.
Your berg of doubt would block the faith that God seeks to impart.
You must let Him dissolve the rock of pride that’s in your heart.
One dip is not enough to penetrate such stubborn soil.
You can’t get rid of it with fervent sweat or fearful toil.
No river of Damascus can remove your ingrown sin,
But bathing in the flow of God’s good news gives peace within.
Transgression may rise up, but much more does God’s grace abound,
With drastic change that places your feet back on solid ground.
You do not need a man to wave his hand over the spot.
Just take the word, believe it, exercise the faith you’ve got
By soaking in the scriptures. Drink His truth in, undiluted,
For which no earthly medicine can well be substituted.
Behold the stones that testify to Christ’s amazing power
To make God’s flood of judgment part that you might now cross over,
receiving sweet for bitter, mercy streams to end all strife,
For all who do believe in Him have passed from death to life.