God’s love will heal our wounds. No soul shall He forsake.
A moment in its weakest dose is all that it will take.
A moment in His light, to instantly make right
All suffering and pain, mere man can not explain.
Too genuine and pure for sorrow to endure;
Too great and much too grand for heartache to withstand.
God’s love will heal our wounds. No soul shall He forsake.
A moment in its weakest dose is all that it will take.
A moment in His light, to instantly make right
All misery and wrong, regardless of how long.
Too potent and too pure for anguish to endure;
Too strong and much to grand for sadness to withstand.
God’s love will heal our wounds, no soul shall He forsake.
A moment in its weakest dose is all that it will take.
Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2008
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