Hezekiah had an oily bump, the kind they call a boil,
But he wouldn’t let the boil throw him in turmoil.
He heard the mean Assyrian king who kept on threatening
To take his people from the land, a woeful song to sing.
Sennacherib was the king’s name and he played a cruel game.
He said, “I’ll cart you to my country where the fruit’s the same
As what you eat in your land.” But Judah’s king did not a agree.
He knew that God was greater and refused to bow the knee.
The evil message that he heard was obviously a trick,
Though knowing that did not keep Hezekiah from getting sick.
The king, he had a boil you see, and it was quite a bump.
To nuke that horrible mean bump He had to have a lump
Of something greater than the poison ringing in his ear,
For the enemy’s toxic words were more than he could stand to hear.
They threw doubt on him. Then Isaiah told him he would die.
The prophet’s ominous prediction caused the king to cry.
He didn’t cry for medicine, but God sent it to him.
To get that medicine did not require a holy hymn.
To nuke the bump, he didn’t have to have some special oil,
Nor did he have to sweat like Adam, toiling in the soil.
He simply looked to God to meet his need and fry the bump,
After which came the prophetic word, the sign and then the lump
Of figs that came straight from a tree God never had to curse
But which contained a medicine whose power could reverse
The bitter sickness that had caused the man such loathsome pain.
Reminds me of the fruit of righteousness, which brings great gain.
Such righteousness is something we do not sweat to obtain,
“But freely come and buy! Without money you may eat
From the tree of life that makes the foulest water sweet.
The foulest hurts you’ve suffered it has power to defeat.
Scripture references: Isaiah chapters 37, 38, and 55; Exodus 15:23-26; Galatians 3:13