At sunset, all who had people sick with various diseases brought them to him. He laid his hands on each of them and cured them. And demons also came out from many, shouting, "You are the Son of God." But he rebuked them and did not allow them to speak because they knew that he was the Christ.
Come down, Lord, my son is ill,
Wracked with fever the livelong day.
He is life to me, if You will
Drive death away, Drive death away
Lord, do not come to my house, I’m unworthy,
Speak and the promise is sealed.
For when your word, of God is spoken,
He shall be healed, He shall be healed.
Come down, Lord, my soul is ill,
Wracked with anguish the livelong day.
All my sorrowing will be still,
If You but say, If You but say.
Come down, Lord, the world is ill,
Wracked with bloodshed the livelong day.
Man must struggle for peace until
You show the way, You show the way.