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We Cannot Measure How You Heal
We cannot measure how you heal or answer every
sufferer’s prayer,
yet we believe your grace responds where faith and
doubt unite to care.
Your hands, though bloodied on the cross, survive
to hold and heal and warn,
to carry all through death to life and cradle children
yet unborn.
The pain that will not go away, the guilt that clings
from things long past,
the fear of what the future holds, are present as if
meant to last.
But present too is love which tends the hurt we
never hope to find,
the private agonies inside, the memories that haunt
the mind.
So some have come who need your help and some
have come to make amends,
as hands which shaped and saved the world are
present in the touch of friends.
Lord, let your Spirit meet us here to mend the body,
mind and soul,
to disentangle peace from pain and make your
broken people whole.
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Within the Shelter of the Lord
