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No More Wheelchair 🦽

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By Rowan Finley Published 10 months ago • 1 min read

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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About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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    Written by Rowan Finley