For those who do not,
believe in myricles,
I can testify,
that they are very real.
I have had seizures,
for twenty-four aganizing years,
and now I am healed.
Unlike the other nine,
I praise the Lord everyday.
He did not have to do it,
but he did it anyway.
Sometimes I cry to God,
as I give him thanks.
Now I may help,
those who need help,
with my new God-given strength.
Of course I can only do it,
with Jesus by my side,
and the Holy Spirit as my guide,
but someday,
by God grace,
you too can have a myricle,
to testify.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 8th, 2018 14:28
- Comment from author about the poem: I am not one who usually gives testimonies, particularly this one. I am usually more quiet when it comes to those things, and I accept that. Still, we must all give God praises sometimes, and at some point in our lives, we all have a testimony to give, and we should give it. This is a true story of how the Lord healed me. Persistence is key
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A fine write Forever.
Stay Blessed Always.
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