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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem