My head was healed

One day,  my dad took me to a basketball lesson. We got there early, and I wanted to be like Spider-Man and climb up high on a rock wall that is one of the outside walls of the gym. While I was climbing, a rock I was holding on to came loose from the wall. I fell, and the rock landed on my head. I was crying because it hurt, and I was bleeding. 

My dad put me in the car and drove to the emergency room to get me cleaned up. As we were driving, Dad sang a hymn called “ ‘Feed my Sheep’ ” that I’ve sung in Christian Science Sunday School before. Part of it goes like this: 

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