Lord God, You knit Amy’s body together in her mother’s womb. You know everything about her from the member of hairs on her head to the extent of the cancer in her body. You know how to heal her. The designer must certainly be an expert mechanic. I pray that you would rise up to rescue this daughter of yours and heal all her diseases. I pray that your deliverance would come in an unmistakable way. In a way that would baffle the doctors and demonstrate your glory and your power to save. As you healed the lame and the deaf and the blind, Lord Jesus, as you raised the dead, I pray that you would but speak the word and heal Amy to the praise of your matchless name. Oh God of Moses and Elijah, show me your glory!