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To my sick friend

Stay strong and courageous

in the Lord.

Remember and know,

He upholds you

with His mighty

right hand.

 

No matter what

you may be feeling

physically, emotionally,

or spiritually,

He will never forget

or forsake you.

 

He's there right now,

Making his face to

shine upon you,

listening to

loving petitions

from your family

and friends, and

giving you peace.

 

Even as you walk through this fire,

He is saying to the evil one,

“What do you think

of my servant John Maple?

No one on earth is like him.

He is a truly good person,

who respects me and

refuses to do evil.”

 

My friend,

rest well.

You are in

Good hands.

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