There is a healer for wounded hearts.
He binds and mends the inner parts.
No depth of pain can dare escape.
His piercing touch and wondrous grace.
No shadow cast can ever hinder his light.
He shines his brilliance through darkest night.
With arms of mercy, the broken are embraced.
With hope and promise, all fears erased.
There is a comfort for weary souls.
An instrument of peace that mends each hole.
His spirit fills and binds and melds.
All broken children that long to be held.
With gentle songs that lull us to sleep.
We safely rest; our souls he keeps.
By Deborah Pinnell
This is beautiful as well.
When I think about the valley of the shadow of death, I always remember why David says he will fear no evil. He writes: "...for Thou art with me."
It is very difficult for us to see in the dark but your poem reminds us that no matter how dark, no matter how painful life gets, there is a Healer...and we are not alone.
Thanks Deborah for sharing your poem with us and I enjoyed it very much !
Be blessed forever