MRS CURTIS

            Mrs Curtis had a healing
            They laid hands upon her knee
            Now she walks with gay abandon
            There for everyone to see
            Was a time when she felt cheated
            Doubted if God really cared
            Limped around forever moaning
            Dissing Father, talons bared.

            When she realised her anger
            Was the thing that held her back
            She said sorry and repented
            Thanked the Father for her lack
            Now she's telling everybody
            Trust in Him who knows the score
            You may never get a healing
            But His peace will heal your sore.