The Health Message
The darkest chapters in one’s life
Are found when feeling sick.
While untrue friends may speculate:
“Which sin?” the clouds are thick….
The pain attacks with no release;
So sinister a foe!
At times the cause cannot be found—
“If only I could know!”
The brain is fogged; the thoughts unclear;
The heavy spirit droops.
It feels as if there’s none to care;
The weakened posture stoops.
Oh, where’s the balm that’s promised us?
Oh, where’s the quick relief?
My carefree glee went up in smoke;
’Twas stolen by a thief!
The hours stretch on, ’til boredom reigns
While limited to bed.
The birds at dawn bring little cheer;
The next day is a dread.
It’s such a trial; so unique!
It’s difficult to cope.
But wait—I hear of something new—
Perhaps there is yet hope….
As sweetest music in the air,
Refreshing to my soul:
A loving voice falls on my ear:
“Oh, wilt thou be made whole?”
The greatest joy that can be felt
That human can conceive!
The answers come through Christ the Lord
To all who will believe.
He binds up wounds, He fixes woes.
Rememb’ring we are dust—
He peels away the stony heart
And chips away the crust.
Like brand new skin beneath the wound,
He re-creates our life.
Restoring body, soul, and mind
Beyond all sin and strife.
Forgiving love—there’s nothing more
In pow’r this world can give.
The Saviour bends to pick us up—
And says, “My child, LIVE!”
The boon of health I’ve missed so much!
How great to be restored!
What can I do—but on my knees
Just praise and thank my Lord!
“My child, you’re healed,” He says to each.
“Two duties are for you:
The first is just to sin no more—
But keep in mind, there’re two.
“The second is to go forth now
To others you will find,
For they will have a woe like yours—
The very same old kind.
“Do not forget the comfort wrought
And don’t forget My cure
Which for their souls will be a bait—
Just like the fisher’s lure.
“To find more peace than just your health,
Discover others’, too.
Just think what joy to clasp their hand
There in the earth made new!”