The scars of the soul are deep and profound.
Sometimes, they cut to the core of the soul…
And often by outsiders are not found.
The soul suffers as it reaches its goal.
Counsel is needed to grow and mature,
As souls lack in discernment and true love.
Deep, deep, healing is needed to find cures,
While the soul struggles like a caged up dove.
Even now the Healer comes to bind wounds.
Ever so gently he fixes and heals.
Souls come alive like men out of a toumb.
Sometimes it’s so sudden it gives me chills.
Find your healing in the source of true life,
And allow the suffering to mould through strife.