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- Nov 2, 2009
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Mrs Curtis had a healing
They laid hands upon her knee
Now she walks with gay abandon
There for everyone to see
Was a time when she felt cheated
Doubted if God really cared
Limped around forever moaning
Dissing Father, talons bared.
When she realised her anger
Was the thing that held her back
She said sorry and repented
Thanked the Father for her lack
Now she's telling everybody
Trust in Him who knows the score
You may never get a healing
But His peace will heal your sore.
They laid hands upon her knee
Now she walks with gay abandon
There for everyone to see
Was a time when she felt cheated
Doubted if God really cared
Limped around forever moaning
Dissing Father, talons bared.
When she realised her anger
Was the thing that held her back
She said sorry and repented
Thanked the Father for her lack
Now she's telling everybody
Trust in Him who knows the score
You may never get a healing
But His peace will heal your sore.
