"He Healeth Me" by Sherrie Shepherd and Braden Bell.
In the book, one of the characters writes a remarkable song about the healing power of the Savior. The song serves as the backbone of the road show. After several people read early drafts of the manuscript, they all asked, "Who is going to write the song. A friend of mine put me in touch with the gifted composer, Sherrie Shepherd, who wrote a sublimely beautiful melody and made what was only imagined in the book into something very real.
You can hear a clip of the song below, and can hear an extended clip in the book trailer.
You can hear a clip of the song below, and can hear an extended clip in the book trailer.
He Healeth Me is now available to download on mp3! Inspired by Braden Bell's new book The Road Show, the hauntingly beautiful melody, and deeply moving lyric will stir your soul. Music by Sherrie Shepherd, lyrics by Braden Bell, violin obligato by DeNae Handy.
Performed by Sherrie Shepherd on piano, featuring vocalist Veronica Johnson, and violinist Mason Jensen.
(After payment confirmation, an email will be sent containing an mp3 file for you to download)
"He Healeth Me"
In life He healed the blind man,
His mercy touched the lame.
The leprous and the halt,
The deaf man and the dumb,
He healed all who came.
In pages of the scriptures,
Their stories testify
Of the Master’s love and power,
And sound this joyful cry
He healeth me.
“He healed and blessed so many,
But that was long ago,
Today, I too have sorrow, sicknesses, and sin,
And wonder where to go.
Why doesn’t He still heal?
Why can I not be whole?
Will he not calm the tempest
That rages in my soul?
In my despair I waver,
My faith begins to shrink
Until from living water,
I humbly start to drink,
And then I see
He healeth me.
Across the years and miles,
I’ll find Him if I seek,
He’ll take away my burdens,
Give strength where I am weak.
He’ll comfort me in sorrow,
Heal sickness, cleanse my sin.
Now I can testify,
With all my grateful heart,
He healed me.
He truly healed me.
(copyright, Braden Bell 2010)
His mercy touched the lame.
The leprous and the halt,
The deaf man and the dumb,
He healed all who came.
In pages of the scriptures,
Their stories testify
Of the Master’s love and power,
And sound this joyful cry
He healeth me.
“He healed and blessed so many,
But that was long ago,
Today, I too have sorrow, sicknesses, and sin,
And wonder where to go.
Why doesn’t He still heal?
Why can I not be whole?
Will he not calm the tempest
That rages in my soul?
In my despair I waver,
My faith begins to shrink
Until from living water,
I humbly start to drink,
And then I see
He healeth me.
Across the years and miles,
I’ll find Him if I seek,
He’ll take away my burdens,
Give strength where I am weak.
He’ll comfort me in sorrow,
Heal sickness, cleanse my sin.
Now I can testify,
With all my grateful heart,
He healed me.
He truly healed me.
(copyright, Braden Bell 2010)