After Acts 9:10-17
I
am Ananias, a quiet man,
quietly
a follower of the way,
the
way that was born
in
a cattle stall, born
on
a hill in Jerusalem, born
in
a cave on the hillside.
Quietly,
the voice speak,
the
voice unheard until now,
telling
me to go, to find
the
murderer, the persecutor,
the
hater of the way, to find
him
and to heal him, this hater,
to
lay my hands upon him,
my
hands upon his eyes,
blinded,
to heal him.
I
am a follower of the way,
a
disciple, a saint, a brother,
a
Christian obedient.
I
go.
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