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--- HEALING ---
when does the healing come
is a restoration at hand
can a man be turned inside out
and still be something of his former self
when does the pain recede
is there a cure for a heart that feels hollow
can it be filled with something else
and still be considered alive
i lie awake awaiting the incision
i cannot move under the weight
i cry out empty words
and my lips move yet i have no voice
i feel abandoned lord
i think in measures of time
constraints that hold me down
down into depths so dark that my eyes fail me
is there a healing that is brought
in my darkest hour
is there a cure for my unbelief
is there a way to fall apart gracefully
or will my undoing be viewed by a jury of my peers
the angelic hosts must see a sad irony
in this creature of dust
but you o' lord somehow saw fit to design me before time
before i became undone
before i fell a thousand times and more
can you heal me
can you set my mind at ease
can you ever make the pain forever go away
can i ever just become the end of me in you
healing
so much healing to be done
and just when the scars and the bruising become faint
a new wound is gaping
in need of repair
seemingly never ending
how do you not grow tired of me
and my self infliction desecration
you somehow find hope in me
where i see emptiness
where i see failure
where i see a black hole of shame and rage
you somehow find worth in me
you see your son
you see a healing
you see a renewing
you see a thousand suns burning bright
beaming through the blackness of my weary eyes
so when does this healing end
at the end of life's journey
i don't think i can hold out much longer
i need a healing now
'cause i am about to break into so many pieces
i sometimes fear that you will throw up your hands
and leave me too
please don't leave me
i need to look into the eyes of my surgeon and know
everything will be all right
when does the healing come
is a restoration at hand
can a man be turned inside out
and still be something of his former self
when does the pain recede
is there a cure for a heart that feels hollow
can it be filled with something else
and still be considered alive
i lie awake awaiting the incision
i cannot move under the weight
i cry out empty words
and my lips move yet i have no voice
i feel abandoned lord
i think in measures of time
constraints that hold me down
down into depths so dark that my eyes fail me
is there a healing that is brought
in my darkest hour
is there a cure for my unbelief
is there a way to fall apart gracefully
or will my undoing be viewed by a jury of my peers
the angelic hosts must see a sad irony
in this creature of dust
but you o' lord somehow saw fit to design me before time
before i became undone
before i fell a thousand times and more
can you heal me
can you set my mind at ease
can you ever make the pain forever go away
can i ever just become the end of me in you
healing
so much healing to be done
and just when the scars and the bruising become faint
a new wound is gaping
in need of repair
seemingly never ending
how do you not grow tired of me
and my self infliction desecration
you somehow find hope in me
where i see emptiness
where i see failure
where i see a black hole of shame and rage
you somehow find worth in me
you see your son
you see a healing
you see a renewing
you see a thousand suns burning bright
beaming through the blackness of my weary eyes
so when does this healing end
at the end of life's journey
i don't think i can hold out much longer
i need a healing now
'cause i am about to break into so many pieces
i sometimes fear that you will throw up your hands
and leave me too
please don't leave me
i need to look into the eyes of my surgeon and know
everything will be all right