By his stripes you are healed
With his spirit you are filled
Your faith can move a mountain
His love pours out like a fountain
He says to call the elders to pray
He says keep his words in your heart
Now tell this sickness to depart
You are a child of the most high King
A complete healing he will bring
Start singing his praises right now
And before his face begin to bow
Because your healing is on the way
He is the Potter you are the clay
You are called to the great commission
By your healer, the great physician.
The Poetic Advisor 