I stepped not forth to ask for prayer,
stuck as I was, into my chair.
The preacher made me more aware
my Lord was there, my Lord was there.
A stranger noticed my sad plight
and, wanting just to make things right,
towards the front me did invite
but I clung tight; but I clung tight.
Being disabled, could not stand,
the lady gently took my hand,
'It's all right dear, there's no demand.
He'll understand, He'll understand.'
She prayed, herself, for timid me,
that I would be of pain set free,
my long desired delivery
a guarantee, a guarantee.
I knew the healing had begun
before her prayer was ceased and done,
my every battle fought and won
by God's own Son, by God's own Son.
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