HIS   HEALING  STYLE

He looked thru her dying soul
He knew He had a goal
He could see the craving spirit
So much longing that had no limit
But this time He was passing by
Tho she couldn't’t, He could see the killer’s spy
It thought it had it’s cue
But He knew He paid her due
He stood in a distance
And watched as the enemy
made her acquaintance
But He was passing by
What could be His healing style
He stopped for a moment
And saw her spirit’s great torment
He knew He had called her by name
But would she listen if He calls out again?
Tho she heard of Him of late
He knew she was prepared for no such debate
Because He knew what He owned
He could clearly see this was His own
He turned to walk away
But He couldn't’t, for her He had come to stay
He looked her in the eye and
made a penetrating gaze
He stretched forth His hand and let
out a beam of heavenly rays
He then let out a whisper
So still, yet so powerful that caused
the demons to whimper
He had a word to give
For He knew it was their time to leave
She could sense the stillness
As her enemies in the dark became breathless
Knowing what he was about to accomplish,
He let a smile
Willing to break the distance apart,
He walked the mile
She now felt the savior’s touch
Her eyes opened to behold the Calvary Cross
To this Cross were nailed her old companions
and her own guilt
And alas, the savior hung wearing her own filth
Still caught up in an awesome stare
She could feel He was somewhat near
Clearly and calmly she could hear Him say
“joy and peace you’ll find
For they are wrapped up in my love divine”
His healing style
Came from a distant mile
And she now had a true companion and not the
fears that accompanied the
killer’s spy.

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