We know God is the Healer, so
Then why do Christians die?
By His stripes, we are healed, it says.
“But I’m still sick,” I cry.
Then fin’lly I remember that
My body is a shell.
My soul is who I really am
And in it, all is well.
My sinful soul is cured by Christ.
His sacrifice did heal.
My body doesn’t matter, nor
The aches and pains I feel.
When I cry out to God above
For health and remedy,
I must remember everything
My God has done for me.
He healed my sinful nature and
My broken heart made whole
He cares less for my body than
For my eternal soul.
So pain and illness linger still
To make my body ache;
My soul is healed and bound to Him
By bonds no one can break!

(c)2021 Denise McKenney