Saturday 21 March 2020

Healing Hands

Of tide, and turning
No light elides
The learning
Stealer's wheel
With healing hands
Come fall of fear
Where halo stands
Is hope new contraband?
Fly high, sell low
Or freely
I pray you all
Rest easy
When tides turn back
Family, he will bless
Your gallant, healing hands
Just hold on

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