When the wound won't heal, when it's set in steel
I'm falling forward to the place called love
The bitter tears, the woeful cry, won't go unheeded by the Father's ear
Movement towards you, gnarled hands, placed upon the broken lamb
Pure love calling, leaning in, feeling something whole again
Singing voices, blending in, echoed chorus of heaven's wind
Darkness moves back at heaven's song, body resonates from the sounds of love
The voice of healing sticks to my soul, It's building a home for love to live
It's not religion that's come my way, it's pure and holy in a simple way
The Father's reached me and settled in, I'm glad to know, I'm home again
Beautiful.
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