The Cure

I found a cure for the common cold

And the remedy is not unique.

The cure comes not from man made formulas

Or fancy pills you seek.

 

I trust in God to give to me

The strength and energy I need

To certainly take the very best care

Of this mortal body indeed.

 

Now I won’t tempt Him with feats of foolishness

Or dare my Lord and God,

But I’ll plant seeds of common sense

And greatly care for the sod.

 

Now Satan tries so many times

To make me think I’ve failed,

But I tell God I need Him so

And Satan is quickly nailed.

 

Dear Father,  Jesus was wounded for my transgressions and He was bruised for my iniquities. The chastisement of my peace was upon Him and by His stripes I was healed, even of the common cold.

                                                                                    Isaiah 53:5

                                                                                    1 Peter 2:24