Jesus is my medicine, When, I am at rest in his arms. And the sea is moving with every wave crashing upon the shore. Jesus is my medicine, Where I am grounded, and planted within his soil of solitude, Jesus is my medicine, How you wonder that is on a day of praising, A day of rejoicing of his restless blessings. Jesus is my medicine, How you ask, is the replied, " The antidote is, "I am in his image".