Magnify

Whatever thing you magnify
Will grow before your eyes
If you're suffering in some way
It comes as no surprise
Your sickness seems to get much worse
You study every pain
And you will take a longer time
To get back health again.

But if you magnify The Lord
And praise Him for your healing
Receive what Jesus offers you
It's Him with whom you're dealing
He conquered sickness, death and sin
Upon that rugged cross
So rise up now and praise The Lord
Just let Him be your boss.

This poem was a finalist in the September 2008 poetry contest