In Sickness I Praise God
Symptoms…. They don’t make me go dull for I am filled with his wisdom…all of it prepares me for his kingdom….remembering me to live only for my father… Yes he is my ruler…
Lord I love you, there’s nothing in this world above you….he is my Lord my only god
Sickness, sorrow or strength my love for Jesus will never quench…. Down in the valley for him when I search …. He is always close within my reach… I drop myself at thy feet… Hoping to turn like you in midair when we meet…
Healing….That comes from my Lord, is a great feeling that words have lost their meaning…Through his nail pierced hands… Waiting for us to fulfill our purposes and plans…
His hymns make me strong and crucified love gives me a song… ,when am gone I don’t wonder where Ill be… As I will surely be carried by thee…
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