Healing is my Portion-Poem

In the quiet dawn where shadows flee,

A whisper rises, soft yet bold and free:

“Healing is yours, My child, your rightful share,

Not earned by striving, but received through prayer.”

By His stripes I claim what Calvary won,

The blood that flowed when God’s own Son

Bore my pain, my sickness, every tear,

Jehovah Rapha, ever present, ever near.

Like manna fresh upon the morning ground,

Like promised land where ancient tribes were crowned,

This healing flows as daily bread to me,

A covenant portion, rich and full and free.

No longer bound by fear or hidden chain,

I rise in faith, whole in Jesus’ name.

For body, soul, and spirit He restores—

My portion waits; I simply open the doors.

So let the oil of joy anoint my days,

Let elders pray and heaven’s power raise.

For I am healed—past, present, yet to come—

A child of God, and healing is my portion.

Myrosesdiary.