On the floor he quietly laid
He was face down before the altar
The Holy Spirit had arrived
His presence, He did not falter
He knew the Holy Spirit was here
The congregation on the floor did lie
Turning his head, he took a peek
What he saw it made him cry
He saw his elderly grandmother
On her knees before the Lord
Tears were streaming down her face
She and God were in one accord
He watched as she was enveloped
By an amazing holy ring of fire
He saw a smile on her face
As God granted her obvious desire
Her arthritic knees no longer ached
Her vision became bright and clear
To her feet, she happily arose
And her healer she loudly cheered
Around that sanctuary, she raced
Shouting and praising His Holy name
Eyes shut tight, she never stopped
“Praise God! I’m healed!” she proclaimed
On that floor, he began to cry
Couldn’t stop it, the tears flowed
His grandmother had been healed
That was all he needed to know
Lifting his voice, he began to shout
“Thank you, Jesus! Praise your name!”
“Because of the beating you endured
My grandmother is no longer lame!”
June 14, 2022