In the Spirit of Healing
Matthew 11:5
by Michelle Stace

"And Jesus said, the blind shall receive their sight . . ."
Thought I was wise, but now I know better;
In truth I was in a prison of darkness.
Sin had me bound in its unseen fetters,
Yet Your words of life created an entrance.
They opened the eyes of my understanding,
With the light of Your Spirit, my Redeemer King.

"The lame shall walk . . ."
'My way or the highway' it's gotta be,
Said the fool bent on his own folly.
Wretched man that I am, the fool is me;
From the fall of pride, deliver please.
Solid rock not shifting sands;
Guide me with Almighty hands.

"The lepers are cleansed . . ."
I bore the marks of leprosy, the ugly scars of sin;
Lying, envy, hate and strife, I tried to hide within.
It could not be, sin left its mark;
Lord heal me, cleanse me, give humble heart.

"The deaf shall hear . . ."
Self's deceptive words ring in my ears;
Clamoring loudly, it's all I hear.
My high sounding talk, so phony, so lame;
Please silence this voice that knows no shame.
'The words of the Book' teach me to hear,
So Thy 'still small voice' is crystal clear.

"The dead are raised up . . "
Dead in my sin; yet willing to give
His life for mine that I might live.
The dying of self is not yet complete,
But selfless and pure I'll someday be.
Unsearchable mercy, love without end;
His costly gift to cover my sin.

"The poor have the gospel preached to them."
I had such a wealth of puffed up pride;
Gladly displaying my so-called wisdom.
But You in Your mercy showed me the lie.
Your school of learning taught me this lesson:
My riches are rags, I have nothing to offer;
Your fullness now dwells in this empty pauper.


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