Healing
no more adding insults to the injuries;
for now is the time of healing,
no greater comfort than under wings.
no more sacrifices;
for by His stripes,
we are new in every morning,
rejuvenated and healed with new mercies,
not just physically but spiritually, too.
time to trade your sorrow to joy;
cause there's relief in every new mourning,
shelter in every storm,
solutions in every weaknesses.
answers born in every convictions and goals;
that through trials and sufferings,
He has greater plans for His glory.
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