(Unless we become like little children....)
Kiss my hurt
And make it better.
Hold me close
And dry my tears.
I need you
Right now, not later,
To comfort me
And calm my fears.
Pray for me
And make it better.
Take me close
To Jesus the King.
I need Him
Right now, not later,
To heal my hurts
and help me sing.
by Carolynn J. Scully (c)2008
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