Jesus is my medicine,
When, I am at rest in his arms.
And the sea is moving with every wave crashing upon the shore.
Jesus is my medicine,
Where I am grounded, and planted within his soil of solitude.
Jesus is my medicine,
How you wonder that is on a day of praising,
A day of rejoicing of his restless blessings.
Jesus is my medicine,
How you ask, is the replied, " The antidote is,
"I am in his image".
"I am in his image".
© written by Feon Davis
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All Rights Reversed.