All praise to the Great Physician!
He who made the body,
Can as well mend the body.
You knit me together,
In my mother’s womb.¹
You cemented my every bone,
You stitched together my every sinew,
You accounted for every cell of my flesh.
In the trillions they number,
And yet I exist unified as one body.
How evident is Your hand!
The Creator has created even me;
In His image He has created me.
Even now Your hand sculpts me as clay;
Lord that I never become hardened!
Soften my constitution with Your love,
Apply Your strong hand to my defects,
My body is by You and for You.
Even in my infirmity I will praise You,
For I know Your healing is due;
You glory will be shown through me,
As it was through the blind man.²

¹Psalm 139:13
²John 9:1-3