In the gentle heart of Capernaum I was raised
God-fearing parents caring for every need
In synagogue where the Lord was praised
It was my father who gratefully got to lead
Yet blessed with only twelve years of age
I felt the cold grip of sickness taking hold
There was a man seen as a prophet or a sage
Worry united with love and made my father bold
Having witnessed that man's great power before
In words where his authority was explicit
He could just stand waiting and praying no more
Went and found him to humbly ask for a visit
Sickness dragged me near the door of death
Where I fell through the angelic veils
As deep sleep drew me through tunnel's breadth
A vision restored sight like falling scales
In death I felt more awake than ever before
When starting to walk toward the light
In footsteps of ones already on the shore
Encouraged by the gentle glow in sight
I cannot explain it but somehow I knew
In the warm glow of his everpresent love
The one who reached hand from other side
Was next to my bed and watching from above
In my soul I saw him as pleasant light ahead
But my body felt his gentle healing touch
Taking me by hand to lead away from the dead
I had never felt so whole or loved as much
Like a potter restoring a badly broken vessel
He healed my body and opened my soul's eyes
Words commanding life made a troubled soul settle
He called me his own and told me to rise
God-fearing parents caring for every need
In synagogue where the Lord was praised
It was my father who gratefully got to lead
Yet blessed with only twelve years of age
I felt the cold grip of sickness taking hold
There was a man seen as a prophet or a sage
Worry united with love and made my father bold
Having witnessed that man's great power before
In words where his authority was explicit
He could just stand waiting and praying no more
Went and found him to humbly ask for a visit
Sickness dragged me near the door of death
Where I fell through the angelic veils
As deep sleep drew me through tunnel's breadth
A vision restored sight like falling scales
In death I felt more awake than ever before
When starting to walk toward the light
In footsteps of ones already on the shore
Encouraged by the gentle glow in sight
I cannot explain it but somehow I knew
In the warm glow of his everpresent love
The one who reached hand from other side
Was next to my bed and watching from above
In my soul I saw him as pleasant light ahead
But my body felt his gentle healing touch
Taking me by hand to lead away from the dead
I had never felt so whole or loved as much
Like a potter restoring a badly broken vessel
He healed my body and opened my soul's eyes
Words commanding life made a troubled soul settle
He called me his own and told me to rise
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