The garments of sickness I leave behind 

And I let go of years of my quiet agony

I hear the sound of His steps walking through the ages

No longer pressed by people and the throng

No longer carrying the dust of our humanity 

But crucified, He carried the wounds for me!

And He’s alive and I am free to live for all eternity

He is the Healer of our pain 

You can let go of your infirmity…

Estera Marian