WOUNDED

 The wounds are deep that trouble me
Its pain seems more than I can bear
The broken pieces of my past
Are hard for me to want to share.

Why did the Light that marked my path
So quickly change to gripping fears?
Why did God's peace that gave me rest
Now fill my eyes with blinding tears?

It's hard to bear this cross alone
I need a Friend to share my pain
If Jesus is the truth, the way
Let me not call to You in vain!

"Jehovah-Healer meet my need
Restore your peace in every part
I claim by faith in Jesus' name
The Victor's crown within my heart!"
B. Pent