The miracles we have seen,
Encourage you and me,
To keep on praising as we do,
And to him be ever true.

He made the lame to walk,
Blind men they could see,
Two thousand years ago he trod the earth,
To Jesus people bent their knees.

Yet still he’s touching folk,
Who come to him so sick,
Rise up my child go on your way,
No more you need that stick.

He is the great physician,
Who didn’t go to college,
God gave him all he needed,
His wisdom and his knowledge.

His surgery is massive,
And workers he has many,
Yet you must keep on asking,
It wont cost you a penny.

He’s not forgotten his promises,
His healing will come soon,
It could be early evening,
Or even in the noon.

Then when his hands upon you,
Your body’s set all right,
The warmth and glow begins to flow,
The heat is so intense in the pearly night.

You’ve been washed all over,                                                                                                     Emblazed within his love,
God has won the fight,
For Christ has put things right.
Reach out and touch his hand,

The healing will be given,
Then one day you’ll depart,
And live within heaven.