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Not again! Man, not the Inquisition again! Boy, I guess I should brace myself for a beating when I do finally get to post my healing story. Well, I'll get ya'll prepared for it with the following: ----------------------- HEALED No doubt and no fear Can e'er destroy my faith No matter how long I must sit here and wait For just like the man Whose hand was restored I too am one of the Healed of the Lord If a hand can appear Where before there was naught Then the cells of my brain Can be healed by my thoughts I'll repeat my mantra And I will not quit Not while I am forced Here to rigidly sit Like the paralyzed man Who stood up from his bed And carried it with him Just as Jesus said I too can rise up Knowing that I am healed In the light of the Word Even PD has to yield For no name is above That of the Divine So in the name of the Lord I now claim what is mine Still, I am preparing For one Hell of a fight For the Darkness is strong Even when faced with the Light This is where my faith Will be put to the test It would be far easier To believe like the rest They say there's no cure And 'til now, could be true And so it might remain Were I to believe as they do For myself, I will choose Life rather than death So I can make the most Of all the time I've got left So, as long as I sit And 'til my brain is restored I'll repeat o'er and o'er "I AM the Healed of the Lord." *copyright Wendy Tebay