It matters not if I know the name of my illness, for I know the name of my Healer.
Whether doctors diagnose or gurus propose, my faith remains firm. Worried no more of insurance companies or PPO’s my God is my “provider”.
I will rise up and I will stand strong. My hands, my feet, my lungs will work and I will carry on.
This ache in my head will subside, too long has Satan lied. I am not weak, I am not sick. For I am a child of God and my King has already paid the price. I rise up, highly blessed, full of energy and purpose.
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