"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)