[Verse 1]
Gold on his chest, but his skin ain't clean,
Power in his hands, but his soul caught between.
Leprosy creeping, like a thief in the dark,
A general with scars, his body a fractured arc.
He sent word, he sent gold, sent gifts in a cart,
Looking for healing, a cure to restart.
[Prechorus]
Servant said, "Dip, seven times in the stream."
Naamon scoffed, "This some prophet's dream?"
[Chorus]
Jordan river, seven times he dove,
Washed his pride, his pain, his load.
From broken flesh to a story retold,
Naamon healed, a miracle bold.
[Verse 2]
He stormed off first, pride tied like a chain,
"Why this muddy water? Ain't my rivers the same?"
But a servant whispered, "What you got to lose?
Sometimes faith's a step, not the path you choose."
So he swallowed that pride, let the waters surround,
Six dips in the current, the seventh profound.
[Bridge]
Choir sang, "Oh, let the water cleanse your soul!"
The blues guitar cried, like a heart made whole.
Chains broke in the ripples, faith took its toll,
Naamon rose, healed, the leprosy stole.
[Chorus]
Jordan river, seven times he dove,
Washed his pride, his pain, his load.
From broken flesh to a story retold,
Naamon healed, a miracle bold.