A parent of a disabled child, pled confessing
That he was unable to "do it all" by himself
Humbly he came asking for even a partial blessing
Of little faith, he was eager for any kind of help
His son lay on the floor gnashing his teeth, while foaming
The noise so troubling, it was hard to hear
The Savior blessed the son, while a crowd was growing
And by the healing, the father's faith was clear
Each conviction, no matter the size
Is all that is required to build upon
The priesthood does help us heal and rise
Towards a brighter and more perfect dawn
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