You saw me when I needed healing,
you were there, kneeling.
Your hands felt warm,
in a moment, you healed my tiny form.
I thought I’d be bound to this wheelchair forever,
but now I can run and play with my friends; we’re all together.
Your humble presence makes me smile,
in the night, I delight to talk to you awhile.
How could they not believe it was you who brought this miraculous moment of healing?
Will they be forever-cold and unfeeling?
I’ll never forget, as my life is in your hands.
I submit to all your wishes, all your commands.
Your healing is undeniable,
and your strength is always reliable!
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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From the wood of the manger to the wood of the cross, we are made whole
Miracles happen all around us and many don't see, or try to explain the unexplainable away with science. Christ is our ultimate Physician, God in the flesh. “And Jesus went about all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing all kinds of sickness and all kinds of disease among the people." Matthew 4:23-24 NKJV ““Most assuredly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do he will do also; and greater works than these he will do, because I go to My Father.” John 14:12 NKJV ❤️😇
Bless wonderfully written 🌺🌺🌺🌺