Little Ballad for Holy Week

Malchus, did He heal thine ear?
Lady, yes; and since that day
All that fills it is the sound
Of His Voice where was the wound;
Scarcely touched it — yet I say
None other, speaking, shall I hear
In that ear.

Malchus, art thou truly healed?
Healed and whole! though much I bled
Till His Touch. Put up thy sword.
(Oh, the sweet Voice of my Lord!)
Suffer ye thus far, He said.
And His Mission was revealed.
And His servant whole and healed.

Fools that call me deaf! And they
Hearing nothing all their day.