I see the world through teary eyes,
A world turned dark by Adam’s fall,
With pain and sorrow and disaster –
And I can never fix it all.
If I could cure my one friend’s woes,
My other friend’s anxiety,
Or comfort those in pain, I would –
But healing isn’t up to me.
I could help till I drop dead,
But still, no matter what I do –
Give many hugs, a few kind words –
I cannot heal; that’s up to You.
When healing comes to someone’s heart
By words I speak, by love I show,
It isn’t my accomplishment,
But Yours, O God, and this I know.
You heal, O God, but You use means
For Your great work, so if You will,
Let my heart You’ve caused to break
Be a means You use to heal.