Healed
A thousand eyes, as many broken hearts
Encompassed by weighty shade,
Wander searchingly for Gilead’s Balm
Unaware of the Healer so near.
Why stare through thick shadows & weep in despair
Choking on death laden air,
One stands by without bandage to bind,
Bondage He will unbind,
For darkness will surely give way to such love
So pure, to faith so sure.
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