
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!
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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