The healing came—it was not as I thought!
No wondrous burst of glory, like the sun
That suddenly parts angry clouds with light
And banishes the storm—the victory won.
It shone with gentler glow, more like the dawn
That steals across the heavens tenderly.
So softly shone the healing light of Love,
So sweet the message of the Christ to me!
The healing came. And yet I hardly knew
That fear had gone, and error's voice was stilled,
So quietly Truth spoke that holy day.
My heart, remembering, with peace is filled.
Lo, I was free, and suffering was no more,
Yet how or when I did not seem to care.
It was enough to touch the garment's hem;
Enough to feel God's living presence there!
O Father, now I know the way to Thee,
Nor will I ask again for outward sign,
Content to follow in the Master's path,
And seek the glory that is all divine!
