The miracles we see encourage you and me,
To keep on praising as we do and to him ever true,
He made the lame to walk blind men could see,
Two thousand years ago he trod the earth,
To Jesus people bent their knee,                                                                                                         Yet still he’s touching 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 forgot his promises his healing will come soon,
It could be early evening or even in the noon,
Then when his hands are upon you,
Your body’s set alight.

With joy and love and heavenly warmth,
You’re bathed within his light,
So reach out and touch his hand,
The healing will be given,
Then one day you will depart,
And live within his heaven.