YOUR HURT, I WILL HEAL

‘As long as there are nods
There will be odds
As long as victory exist
Suffering will persist
But your hurt, I will heal
Your pain, I will kill’
Says the Lord of host
In whom existence makes its boast

‘I made the heaven and the earth
And all that has breath
At my command
All takes their stand
With me
Impossibilities will never be
Your hurt, I will heal
Your pain, I will kill’

‘Where were you
When I made all come through?
Do you know what shall be your fate
At the close of the next second’s gate?’

‘So believe my word
It’s never absurd
Your hurt, I will heal
Your pain, I will kill’