I’m Healed, It Still Hurts, But I’m Healed

Pew sitting ears quickly learn
all the favorite scriptures about healing,
each passage recited and memorized,
so easy to repeat, so hard to accept
when you’re a follower
dying from some disease.

The Lord has promised healing,
yet it doesn’t happen to everyone,
why is the mystery left to opinions
many of which want to blame it on the person
for a lack of faith or some sin.

Then ensues the name and claim fanatics
who will be blessed no matter if they really are,
like the one lady I knew
that went to a healing service,
oh the swore the pain in her foot was healed
in the name of Jesus.

Her reply, by her version of faith I suppose,
was “I’m healed, it still hurts, but I’m healed.”
To me that was other than realistic,
especially since she was always hobbling around,
and in my voyages of faith
there have been some who were healed,
others who were not.

No way I can explain the reasons
just know He can heal
only have no way when it doesn’t,
which is why I keep on believing
despite two bouts of skin cancer
plus a heart attack,
so I sit with scars and all,
grateful for another day,
accepting I’ll never have all the answers
until I see Him face to face.