With Healing Fingers
with healing fingers
they placed sacred oil upon each forehead
each wounded spirit
crying out
were lead
Jehovah rapha
the elders stood
where pain and agony
each would shed
climbing high a hymnal rose
of sacred song
our Holy Ghost
and through the land
each soul was saved
where hope and faith
and love remained
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2023
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