O’ Father, I need Lord, to give thee thine heart
For Father its beating is sure now to stop
It’s full now, too full Lord, of sorrows scarred marks
O’ Father, I need Lord to give thee thine heart.
O’ Here Lord please take it and nurse it to health
Massage it so tender that which is left
Remove Lord thy woundings from seared memories
Strengthen thy pumping of blood back to me.
Father O’ Father let it not alone
And if Lord it’s damage is too far too gone
Then take it, remold it, as a potter with clay
Replacing its weakness with Your strength today.
(August 7,2015)
Psalm 147:3
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
