I Praise God For Making Me Right. Poem by Royston Nella

I Praise God For Making Me Right.



For eighteen wretched years my life has been spent
crippled by an illness with my back all bent.
Unable to straighten up or look ahead,
then I met Jesus, and, "Come to me, " He said.

"My dear, you're set free from your infirmity, "
He said placing His healing hands upon me.
My back was straightened and I stood upright,
rejoicing, I praised God for making me right.

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Luke 13: 11-13—and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, 'Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.' Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God.
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