Poem -

Sickness

Sickness

The Lord is my healer, he touches me

from the crown of my head to the sole

of my feet and his healing virtues flows

through my body.

He heals my diseased body, he removes

my infirmities and cleanses me from

every unclean, filthy spirit.

Jesus died on the old rugged cross

to free me from the wicked curse of

sin and diseases.

In Jesus name, the deaf will hear,

the blind will see, the mute will speak

and the lame will walk.

I speak against my sickness, I command

it to leave my body in the name of Jesus,

I curse my sickness and send it back

to the pit of hell.

I know sickness does not come from God

so cancer be gone in Jesus name,

heart disease be gone in Jesus name,

brain tumors be gone in Jesus name,

skin disease be gone in Jesus name,

stroke be gone in Jesus name,

​ sclerosis be gone in Jesus name,

kidney disease be gone in Jesus name,

liver disease be gone in Jesus name

and all other body infections be

gone in Jesus name.

By the stripes of Jesus I am healed,

praise be to God.

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Tony Taylor

Amen Stephanie!!..............lovely write sister............"By the stripes of Jesus I am healed!"............well done my friend!!.............Love and Rockets!!..............T xo

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Stephanie Iyavu

Hi God is the healer divine,need to have faith because with God all things are possible.

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