Thank God For Health Poem by Michael P. Johnson

How many ailments can there be?
For body, mind and soul
What can heal, set sufferers free?
Or make souls broken whole

We watch man live, struggle and die
Watching the world revolve
Wondering if someone on high
Can all our ills resolve?

Many from birth, till death’s release
Till hearts have ceased to beat
Till Heaven grants one longed for peace
Beyond life’s last retreat

So many suffer, writhe in pain
Screaming in dreadful plight
Moaning, groaning, again and again
Unknown and out of sight

Many in silence, in night’s dark veil
In situations profound
Held captive in their flesh born jail
Unable to make a sound

Did Christ not die for all man’s sin?
For all man’s ills and shame
Does hope not cause the least to win?
Through faith in Jesus’ name

Does mankind live as Heaven planned?
Do countless live in vain?
Is perfection crowned in any land?
Does righteousness yet reign?

Imperfection will die one day
As seeds, sown deep in earth
Where souls rising Salvation’s Way
Perfect through second birth…..