Health wasFailing,Falling,Losing. 

Health was

Failing,

Falling,

Losing.

 

Spirit was 

Depressed,

Distressed,

Low.

 

I couldn't 

See

The light

Ahead,

 

Though I

Had

Nowhere

To go

 

But up.

 

Now, I am 

Gaining,

Rising,

Soaring.

 

My soul has

Peace,

Praise,

Joy.

 

For God is

Healing,

Delivering,

Guiding

 

Me into His

Will,

Plan,

and employ.

This poem is about: 
Me

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