Jesus came to my house

My daughter was sick and she was dying.1

My wife and I couldn't stop crying.2

Jesus came to my house and he healed her quick.3

I'm so grateful because she's no longer sick.4

Some people say I'm lying when I tell them that Jesus came to my house.5

But I know that he was here and so does my spouse.6

I'll never forget what the Son of God did.7

He spared us a lot of pain when he healed our kid.

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