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Healing
 

Human hearts, like human bodies,
are susceptible to pain;
we let oceans of pain wash over us,
again and again and again.

All these hurts may be healed in prayer,
handing pain to the Great Physician;
we can do nothing on our own
but He loves us without condition.

If that healing should not be granted
then it is neither the time nor the season.
Strength will be given to cope with that pain,
for He does nothing without a good reason.

When you're hurting in mind or body,
just ask the Lord to lift your load;
that you may easier keep His teaching
as you travel the narrow road.

Every day put a smile on your countenance,
face life with a confident grin;
in the knowledge of Christ as your Saviour,
perpetual sadness must be a sin.

By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - When You're hurting (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - When You're hurting (challenge has been closed)


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