Wounded Healer

You are the wounded one

Who cures a wounded man

A healing touch comes from your hand

And though the wounding

We may never understand

From the foundations of the world it was planned.

This world has never heard of such

This world will call the cure a crutch

Of this mystery we will make much

Oh to be restored by the healer's touch!

Our painful pride somehow has died

As we stand here at the healer's side

Still his wounds flow so we may know

Restoration only he can bestow!

October 5, 2006

Anthony Foster