Heal Me
You’re a symphony in a sea noise,
A solution in an ocean of daily needs,
An oasis in a barren desert,
And a flowing pasture of weeds.
You’re caring when most don’t,
You’re understanding when most won’t,
You’re southing when I’m burnt,
You’re healing when I’m hurt.
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2017
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