Heal Leah

A Poem by Matt Decker

Is this the end for Leah? Will she succumb to her illness? Not if her praying friend can help it.

I know You are real.
You have power still,
The power to heal
This dear one so ill.

My friend hurts.
So I enter this session
Of fervent prayer
And faith-based intercession.

Heal this
Illness.

It's her Achilles Heel.
The serpent has struck her heel.
How can she climb that hill
With a bruised blue heel
As she lies here still --
Still not healed?

The hour is eleven --
We need power from Heaven.

The night is getting darker --
Her plight is getting starker.

O God, this disease
Has robbed her of ease
And plundered her peace.
So I ask Thee please:
Give her sweet relief,
The peace of release.

Raise Your child up from this,
Up from this bed of sickness.
Then she'll have a story
When to Your glory
My friend will bear witness.

No earthly idea
Can make whole
This sick soul.
So I call upon You,
Dear Lord,
To heal the ill Leah
And grant victory
In this war.

What's this glow that flows
Through my trembling arm?
Reaching my hand,
It feels real warm.
Hotter my limb gets
To my fingertips
Without any harm.
Let this never quit!

I can see a
Change in Leah.

I feel the need to kneel
And adore You, Lord, for
My friend is now healed.

We survive,
We revive,
We thrive
For You're alive.

© Matt Decker