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The Sick And The Physician

He was not hungry, but, he knew the hunger of each soul. He knew, many were physically and mentally ill. The liberation of each soul from their bonds was his goal. In him, the poor and the downtrodden felt an unknown thrill. Caste, colour, and creed differences couldn't touch his shadow. The leaven of the Pharisees couldn't enliven him. Dining with the socially rejected was not just a show. He harmoniously relinked the earth's broken rhythm. The lowly found in him father, mother, brother, and friend At his touch, Levi felt his sins were being washed away. The censures of the scribes, as sewage streams, had no end. Could they, yet, keep him away from his compassionate way? Those who could not cure diseases, kindled them for the poor. It's in Jesus, for their illnesses, the poor found their cure.

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Date: 4/28/2024 5:07:00 PM
Such inspirational words that show your love and admiration for Jesus. Well done!
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