Heal the Heart of Every Man
Oh, healer of the weary soul,
Mend the hearts that never whole,
For every man, both lost and found,
Carries burdens deep, unbound.
In shadows deep, where pain resides,
Where silent tears no one confides,
Let compassion light the way,
And chase the storm that clouds the day.
May love, like water, fill the cracks,
That time and grief have left intact.
With gentle hands, both firm and kind,
Unravel knots within the mind.
For every man, with quiet grace,
Has scars that time can’t erase,
But with each breath, and with each beat,
The heart can rise, the soul can meet.
Oh, healers’ touch, spread far and wide,
In every tear, in every stride,
To calm the storm, to ease the pain,
And break the chains that bind the brain.
Let love be the balm, let kindness flow,
Through every man, let healing grow.
For in the heart, there’s always space,
To heal, to love, to find our place.
So, may we all, in tender hands,
Heal the heart of every man,
And walk as one, with open eyes,
Beneath the vast and endless skies.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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