Healed.

 



And they were healed by the power of the Lamb of God; and the devils and the unclean spirits were cast out.

1 Nephi.  11:31



This morning brings no joy;


I’m sick upon my bed.


The weakness keeps me down


And bows my aching head.


But I will lift it once


To tell my aches and pain


That they are naught compared


To what in Christ I gain.



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