Through wounds, I’ve met the Healer
In darkest night seen starlight
In briars found wildflowers
And spark extracted from stone
The world is cruel, ’tis true
But truer still
God is real.
Goodness Shown
Through wounds, I’ve met the Healer
In darkest night seen starlight
In briars found wildflowers
And spark extracted from stone
The world is cruel, ’tis true
But truer still
God is real.
