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Poem June 27, 1942 Issue

Healing

LAURA BROWN CROWELL

At evening, ere the sun was set,
The thronging sufferers came,
And Jesus healed them every one—
Healed each and all the same.
Oh, what a record! He discerned
Their dire necessity,
Yet looked beyond that suffering state
Of sin and misery
To where God's perfect likeness shone
In primal purity.
He healed them all.

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