I may have some scars
But I believe I am healed.
When it rains I feel the pain,
But by his stripes, I am healed
By Jehova Rapha the healer.
Atoning sacrifice set me free
The bruises and hurts, he bore
At Calvary, I found this liberty.
That Transforming revelation
Came into an effectual vibrancy
Body and soul renew season
Bringing spiritual fervency.
Praying upon bending knees
I see light through the trees.
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