Prescription Poem by April Humason

You're the healing balm my spirit needs,
A love that lifts, restores, and intercedes,
The Great Physician who gently sees
Every wound my soul conceals.

Your hands rewrite the broken places,
Turn my fear into warm embraces,
Grace poured out in quiet traces,
You heal what time could never seal.

You prescribe me truth and peace,
Lay your mercy at my feet,
A sacred touch that brings release,
Where fear and sorrow gently cease.

No counterfeit could ever compare,
To the way You hold me there,
A heart made whole within Your care,
A life restored by answered prayer.

In Your arms I'm not undone,
I am healed by Holy One,
My battle won, my soul made new,
Because my cure was always You.