Positive - Mighty Healer Lyrics

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Positive - Mighty Healer

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My hands still shake sometimes. Not from the withdrawal—that’s over—but from the sheer, terrifying weight of having been where I was and ending up where I am. When Positive starts chanting about this "Mighty God," it isn't some Sunday morning polite request. It’s an intervention.

There’s this line in the track, “Do you want a physician? He will give you a prescription / And tell you the dosage / Might be faith like a mustard seed mix with praises.”

It makes me laugh, honestly. When I was out there in the dark, I was looking for prescriptions in all the wrong powders and bottles. I was desperate for a cure for the rot in my gut, thinking if I just numbed it enough, I wouldn't have to look at the wreckage I’d made of my life. I thought I was beyond repair. I thought the dirt had soaked too deep into the marrow.

But the way Positive lays it out—faith like a mustard seed mixed with praise—it sounds like a jagged, uncomfortable kind of medicine. A mustard seed isn't glorious. It’s tiny, almost pathetic. And praise? When you’re covered in the filth of the pig pen, the last thing you feel like doing is singing. But that’s the rub, isn’t it? It’s not about how I feel; it’s about the fact that I’m still breathing.

I think of the woman in Mark 5, the one who just needed to touch the hem of His garment. She didn't need a sermon. She didn't need a clean pair of clothes or a seat in the front row. She was desperate, bleeding, and probably smelled like the years of sickness she’d carried. She just reached out. That’s the "intervention" he’s talking about when he yells, “The blood a Jesus intervention whoi.”

It’s messy. It’s not a tidy theological lecture; it’s a shout of relief from someone who knows that the "obeah man" or whatever counterfeit disaster we run to is just a shortcut to a shallow grave.

I’m sitting here, and my skin still feels like it’s peeling off from the heat of the life I burned down. But there’s something about the way he repeats "Mighty" over and over. It’s like he’s trying to drown out the lies I tell myself at night. If He is truly the "Oluwosan to ga julo"—the Healer—then maybe the scars I carry aren't just reminders of where I failed. Maybe they’re just the places where the light finally had a way to get in.

I don’t know if I’m fully fixed yet. I don’t think I ever will be this side of the dirt. But when the track hits, and he’s talking about diseases bowing down at the mention of that name, I stop looking at my own brokenness and start looking at the One who keeps pulling me back from the edge. It’s a violent, beautiful kind of grace. And I’ll take it. I’ll take every bit of it.