Ole Twitchy
Ole Twitchy
Ole Twitchy was a healer type,
Who saw the way to make things right
Was a bit of visualizing,
The positive thought, the certainty,
When face he saw of sickly she,
Aorta bulge would shrink, see’d he,
To the doctors consternation,
Thoughts are deeds ,
When you flesh em out,
Begone you doubting weed,
Closed mind of subtle doubt,
is condem-damnation,
yes indeed,.
Our maker creates with his mind,
The dummy healer tries to find,
A way to help the human kind,
A poor copy is his ration,
We are a copy of the maker,
And have weak power of the mind,
Tradition of doubt, keeps us down,
Lest co-creator you will find,
All supplied by the great Creator.
Don Johnson
Twitchy 4 the shudder i get ,
asking in the Lords name, you bet,
seeing him 4 an instant yet,
4 a one second shudder,
neuralgia is blown asunder,
no pain, the now i get,
faith produces wonder,
no pain an no regret :}
ol johnson from downunder...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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