Looking back

The years of pain.
The empty street.
The fruitless wait;
The mid-day heat.

The dying hope;
The voices, near.
The noisy crowd;
The Teacher, here.

His look of love;
His outstretched hand.
His healing touch;
He helps me stand.

I straighten up,
And take a pace;
The people cheer
While we embrace.

A miracle!
He’s set me free!
I thank him,
And he blesses me.

I bow down low.
The crowd moves on.
I raise my eyes,
But he is gone.

The voices fade
Along the way.
I see it all –
Like yesterday.

I am the Lord who heals you
(Exodus 15:26; NLT).