Oh your head and chest and back Ouch How they hurt so badly Suboptimal may be the word But really you're under par Doctors are tired of seeing your face On your own You can comfortably do a roll call Of almost all physicians in your area Yet, there's no lunch break for your aches You've prayed o But it seems your symptoms prayed harder You don't know to who, though Your body has been soaked in all kinds Of oil, the anointed and the not so anointed You seem a burden to your loved ones They aren't complaining But come on, you can tell To end it all, keeps hanging on In one or two crevices in your mind They said you have little faith And your Word study is a hoax Your faith is up and and you've mbibed more Word Others say it's just punishment for a past wrong Yet few admit its the will of the Father You've all but given up Yet just in your dream, something flew off you Whatever it was You woke up with no symptoms Now you know there's healing And it's bread for the children! TeamRapha #MoreThanWords