In the darkest hour when shadows bind,
A light appears with hope aligned
No pain too deep ,no burden too great
Through healing grace, we can navigate.
The Lord Our Saviour, with arms outstretched
Healing wounds, where our spirits are etched.
With the gentlest touch, He rejuvenates our soul
Bringing us health and comfort, making us whole.
Through stormy seas where sickness trolls,
God spreads His healing hand that brings control
To both mind and body as stories are told
About miracles performed, through the ages retold.
There is no one greater with power to heal,
Reviving the soul like the balm of Gilead,
Restoring peace that flows out of the broken and weak,
Replacing their pain with the respite they seek .
MARYANN BOSAH 