Heart Of The Matter
Heart Of The Matter
At the heart of the matter,
There's a heart filled with love,
A gift sent from Heaven,
From God up above,
I'm merely a channel,
For His love and His light,
They call me a healer,
But that's not quite right,
I am but a woman,
A mere mortal soul,
Surrounded by angels,
And they make you whole,
They guide and direct me,
My hands are the key,
Their energy passes,
To you, via me,
You are healed in their presence,
You are light, you are free,
But at the heart of the matter,
It's them, it's not me,
They call me ‘The Healer',
They don't understand,
That I'm only a channel,
I just lay on my hand.
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Heart Of The Matter
Heart Of The Matter
