Sometimes we got our healing
And just didn’t know,
Because we saw men as trees walking
And felt worse off than before.
We just needed to get to that pool,
The pool of “sent”
To wash the mud off.
Or to run home and find
His power gone before
And that dear one alive,
Now walking free.
Or believe Him when He quietly told us,
"She’s really only sleeping."
Cynicism mocks, but
Aren't they all
Or wait as He moved so slow,
Our hope — dead, buried, and rotten.
He stood with us weeping,
Then called, "Lazarus come out!”
Sometimes we just didn’t know
How much He was working
With what we didn’t see —
That we’d already gotten our healing,
And we just didn’t know.
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May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. I myself am satisfied about you, my brothers and sisters, that you yourselves are full of goodness... (Romans 15:13-14).