News of you came to be known
Upon this site some call their home
Where dreadful pain has crippled you
Dear friend of mine lets pray this through
This pain shall leave as GOD will see
To it like then before, believe
He knows too well how bad you feel
This pain your smile today does steal
But hold to Him who holds to you
Healing shall come please know this too
Prayers whispered go out this day
Feel not alone for on the way
Is cure all His to remedy
This hurt prepare and be ready
Feel His hands both pierced for you
Upon your knee, just one of two
That aches greatly but not for long
Know this Doris faint not be strong
You see His hands will rest upon
The place where pain will soon be gone
How much more blessed can one soul be
The best of care was sent to thee
Prayer becomes the one true cure
Of hardships dealt upon those pure
Of heart and soul just keep in mind
The Doctors in and He's divine
To Doris Covington, A Country Poet and my sister in CHRIST