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Healer of My Wounded Heart

In sorrows depth and deepest pain,

I cannot understand.

But Jesus, thou my healing balm,

my heart holds in His hand.

In darkest night and soul’s despair,

my eyes no longer see.

But Jesus, thou my light of hope,

brings comfort there for me.

O healer of my wounded heart,

Redeemer of my soul,

Whose compassion fails not,

only Thou can make me whole.

Lord, grant that I might feel your touch,

and know Thy love so dear.

That in my darkest hour of need,

Your presence be so near.

©1997 By Cheryl Ann Botelho