Heart Of The Matter
Healing Hands
Blessed by Holy Water,
On Erin's golden shore,
Bathed in revelation,
Seeping to the core,
A statue of Our Lady,
A grotto in her name,
A visit to St. Mary's,
I am healed,
I'm not the same,
Though not of that persuasion,
The spirit dwells within,
I'm once again reminded,
In love, there is no sin,
With love so unconditional,
I find, I now forgive,
Cast aside the years of anger,
In love, I learn to live,
The time has come to make my peace,
Forgive and understand,
Thank God, for tender mercies,
And the gift of ‘healing hands'.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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Healing Hands
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