As I woke up this
morning
There was some kind
of yearning
I knew I was wounded
from within
The scars created by
my sins
I waited for a
gentle rain to soak me
But to my surprise a
tender hand woke me
I felt my heart was
lifted high
I knew I could reach
the sky
A tender touch of a
child healed me
Now I could live a
life that is free
I could see the face
of my merciful father
In that simple boy
whom I call my brother
I am whole, I am healed
now
I need to share this
but how?
By being a
reflection of God’s mercy
To every one who
cry.
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