Healing
Healing
My scars are ugly
My wounds are hideous
I search for a healing
It’s beyond my ceiling
My opinion doesn’t affect IT
We sing and pray
It’s foolish they say
My healer is my King
I look at the sky wondering
Pain is inevitable
My healer is able
Miracles happen everyday
I need one in my life
I search for the extraordinary
It’s beyond my comprehension
It exceeds my expectations
Is it because I’m Christian
God exist in those he fills
He shines in those he heals
Why are we foolish?
He brought Jonah out a fish
Why can’t we accept that HE exists
We die in our sins
We blame HIM for our failure.
My healer lives
I’ve found the place
My healer lives all around us
He sees and hears us.
He has always been around
He doesn’t live at the lost in found
People argues that he’s brown
It doesn’t matter his color.
In the end we are all his.
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