Gods healing hands
She watches her child as he writhes in pain, knowing each treatment is all done in vain. Everyday her child gets weaker and closer to death, wishing she could give him her only last breath.
The doctors had told her he had only months to live hope and prayer were all they could give. Each day he got weaker, skin so pale, bones so weak thin as a rail. Then a miracle happened the doctors were in awe, amazed at the awesome sight that they saw.
A powerful light appeared around mother and son, the power of god had healed her little one.
Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2015
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