“I have broken the bands of your yoke, and made you go upright” (Leviticus 26:13 KJV). From the notes of a long departed sister, a testimony of hope and faithfulness.
My teeth are healed.
They are white and strong.
My incision is firm
As I sing my song.
I am healed and whole
From my head to my feet.
My family has health
And plenty to eat.
“The Lord is my portion!” [Psalm 119:57]
Saith my soul.
He took my infirmities
And made me whole.
“Faith is substance!” [Hebrews 11:1]
I shout this call.
For I am made perfect
In the presence of you all.
Father, may we all have such bold, quiet confidence in You, that You would never deny us. Grant that all Your people will say, You are the “health of my countenance and my God” (Psalm 43:5). In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen.
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