THOU ART LOOSED FROM THINE INFIRMITY
Luke 13:11-13
Eighteen long
years, each that much worse than the last,
I’m bowed down to
the ground, in sickness held fast.
I crave to be healed
but have nowhere to go.
Whatever I do is
both painful and slow.
I believed in God,
but the years took their toll,
He’s left me to
suffer; He’s leaving me ill.
Each hour, each
minute, there is no hope to give.
I keep asking
myself, “Just why should I live?”
Deep in my consciousness
I feel someone call
A nudging awareness
that this wasn’t all.
A spiritual
sensation floods my being,
A Love so pure it
is quite beyond seeing.
I turn my head
sideways and see this dear man
He calls me
towards him; I think that I can.
I see only Love
and forget about me.
“Woman, thou art
loosed from thine infirmity.”
His hands reach out and pure love touches my soul, -
I’m standing beside him, both upright and whole!
The suffering past has all dropped from my thought,
Instead this great freedom that Christ has now wrought!
I’ve witnessed with
joy the all-power of love,
The might of God here
and not only above!
The incurable
cured, and I now know for sure
That power is of God and there
is nothing more!
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