What constant comfort undeterred
Doth God to man impart
He heals with His anointed word
The hunger of the heart
How oft we reach from earthy globe
With humble gratitude
To touch the hemline of His robe
And feel our strength renewed
No void can worldly gods atone
Though they may boast of such
True joy is found in Christ alone
True healing in His touch
What hope to feel His power flow
To hear these words console
“Dear daughter, go in peace, for oh
Thy faith has made thee whole
© Janet Martin
So true. (for me also)
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