Just imagine how Job felt. He may have
had leprosy. We know that his flesh was
rotting off, his sleep was tormented with
awful visions. But what did he believe?
Or know? "I know that my redeemer liveth"

What's feeling compared to knowing? We
do not care what we feel when we know!

We know "I am the Lord that healeth thee"
"Christ has redeemed us from the curse of
the law" "God sent His Word (Jesus) and
healed them all".