Get Well

Get well my dear like fine wine, you age with grace even if i dig a well, i still can't fathom your depth even if the oceans be stretched as a line, it still cover thy length Get well my dear Let no weapon fashioned against you prosper let the enchanters be enchanted by their own chants for you are God's little apple, so precious like the chickens egg. Get well, for Jesus makes you whole His blood, the exchange he gave for you His Spirit, the seal of his ownership You're no longer a slave but a son I always pray for you, My love That his angels surround you like Jerusalem wall that no evil will befall thee nor any plague come near your dwelling place. Get well my dear, for i long to hear your voice I want to hear you speak with the warmth of the sun do you know how soothing your voice is? it makes my world a better place to live.