Jehavah Raphe

[Sam]

This is from page 19 of the February 1952 issue of The Voice of Healing magazine.
I thought I would pass it on.

JEHOVAH-RAPHA, I AM- the LORD that healeth thee.

I watched the striping. Could this be that of which they spoke in Holy Writ.
This hungry whip, which called for blood and tore the flesh to ribbons:
This impact loud and sharp, that cut a furrow, deepened it and harrowed
back and forth:
This urgent flow of‘ blood, streaming afresh at every stroke and falling like
a many tributaried river.

Shocked and speechless, yet I stood, awakened from my stupid, lazy dream
of Bible lore.
Groaning He stood and still the whip flashed on, cutting the air and sprinkling
blood afar:
And still that aching back, allowed the tortured field of flesh to suffer
deeper ploughings.
The last blow fell; the whip hung limp, exhausted, dripping with its fearful
toll of woe.

What now! A glory light enveloped all, enshrining all that scene of grief:
A VOICE, insistent, slow and soft, spoke at my heart, now open to receive,
“By His stripes you are healed.”
A mighty surge of virtue swept my frame and every trembling limb was new;
all pain dissolved.

I walked away with quiet sobs, made whole and free, but not alone I walked,
For SOMEONE walked with me and sweetly said, “My presence will maintain
the health I have bestowed.”

-Author Unknown