Lord, let Your precious healing flow.
Wash and make us white as snow.
Take our aching and our pain.
Restore us and strong health ordain.
Keep us "fixed" as days go by.
Increase our faith as we draw nigh.
Lend to us Your mighty power
To overcome in trial's hour.
For we are able by Your might
To travel through the dark of night
And rise triumphant with the morn
As we on angels' wings are borne.
"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust..."
Psalm 91:4 KJV
© 2008 Arlene Schwartzkopf