Psalms 23 (revised)
Patty Johnson
The Lord is my healer
I shall not lack any good thing;
When I am stretched to the limit
He causes me to rest, be still
And remember He's in charge of me.
He restores my health
Spiritual, emotional and physical
Wellness is mine for the asking.
Tho' death seems eminent (or wanted)
I will use those times of discipline
To comfort others with the gospel
As I am helped and comforted.
He bathes me with healing balm-
Salve gushes from His throne;
His own pierced hand touches my wounds
Leaving scars as reminders of His love.
I am blessed.
Momentary evidence of this
earthly existence
Fade in comparison to Heaven
Where Jesus the healer
Becomes Jesus, my lover.
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