Jesus . . .
Healer am I: of disease and infirmity;
By My stripes were sicknesses gone.
I Physician great from eternity
Am--tearing into two malady's gown.
I Lazarus called forth from the tomb--
Four days dead--to live in life more.
New things can I do with ailing womb,
Brain, eye, spine, and any ***** for sure,
Despite the doctors' verdicts. Believe
Just in Me, to bring thee cure.
For in My balm shalt thou find true relief.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 8:14 AM UTC
Jesus . . .
Healer am I: of disease and infirmity;
By My stripes were sicknesses gone.
I Physician great from eternity
Am--tearing into two malady's gown.
I Lazarus called forth from the tomb--
Four days dead--to live in life more.
New things can I do with ailing womb,
Brain, eye, spine, and any ***** for sure,
Despite the doctors' verdicts. Believe
Just in Me, to bring thee cure.
For in My balm shalt thou find true relief.
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