Lord Cure Us Of Our True LeprosyPoems of Raoul Follereau

Raoul Follereau 1963

Raoul Follereau and Medeleine at AIFO office in Bologna, 1976

Lord, here are your lepers,

without hands and with swollen faces,

repulsive, wasted, filthy,

who carry like your Cross

all the misery of the world.

Lord, here are your lepers,

without hands and with swollen faces.

Lord, here are the true lepers,

the selfish ones, the ones without piety,

Those who live in stagnant waters,

those looking only for comfort, those with fear,

those who waste their lives.

Lord, here are the true lepers:

those, who had crucified you.

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