I'm working on this poem to use with a sermon I'm preaching on October 14th. It may not be done, but this is how it is so far.

Ten traveled in their little band
leprosy sores on every hand
bodies were merely skin and bone
As they had to stay all alone
Nine followed the accepted creed
The tenth, an outcast, all agreed
They surely must have lived in sin
Which caused leprosy to begin

They saw Jesus coming their way
A message they all had to say
“Leprosy. Unclean!” they all said
But he approached these living dead
“Show yourselves to the Priests” said he
“and from this sickness you’ll be free.”
At once they turned to walk away
But the outcast came back to pray

They all were healed on that great day
But one had thanks that he must say
His healing must have been much more
thanks was not something that he wore
it was not just his gratitude
he had a thankful attitude
which emanated from his core
and made him thankful all the more