I am not worthy to have you under my roof.
Just give the word and my servant will be cured.
Pointlessly , we always search for proof.
But doubt just has to be endured.

I just couldn’t believe like the centurion.
Or at that moment at all.
Perhaps I was too much of a utilitarian.
So I still had to wait a call.

But then a different moment comes.
Something perhaps this day in the psalm.
The truth is like distant faint drums.
Unheralded in a moment of calm.

If we knew it , we are all under authority.
But we are never anyone else’s property.

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I am not worthy
To have you under my roof
But just say the word

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See Matthew 8: 5-11