Wednesday, September 6, 2017


by Ken G. Cooper

A cripple from birth that's all I am
A poor example of what is man.
I 've never walked, not ever been whole,
To get to know God my constant goal.
How is it dear friend when life is so scarred
That seeking the good just seems very hard?

I'm sat where I sit most of the time
My search for God a mountain to climb.
A crowd develops, - what's going on?
A man is speaking, to his words they are drawn.
I hear him now, his love reaches out
He speaks of God with no sense of doubt!

I listen with awe, his words so true,
My heart is ablaze with knowledge new!
He looks at me, his look is divine,
His oneness with God now also mine.
With clarity pure  our thoughts both meet.
His voice is loud: "Stand up on thy feet".

I hear his command as if Truth now revealed
Is saying quite simply, dear man you are healed!
All thoughts of the past are entirely gone,
I recognise now that I too am God's son!
I leap high in the air, for I have been healed!
I just heard the Truth. I just had to yield!

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