I will heal him
Hear the drums rolling and the trumpets are blasting!
Our King comes in royal procession.
His edict is spoken and this command sent forth!
This declaration has been made: “I will come and heal him.”
The beggar’s cry echoes through the empty streets,
“ Heal me! Heal me!" The Sovereign King reaches out His hand
gently touching the helpless soul. The beggar straightens up!
Crying aloud I am healed! I am Healed! I am as white as the
newly fallen snow. The Lord declares I will heal him!