RecoveryWise

Oh, that I were a savior’s
touch that anyone could heal.

Or even the brightest of furthest
stars…to God I’d then appeal.

Would that I were made of
joy…I’d seep into your heart.

Or substance of a peaceful dream
so from loves you’d never part.

But oh, I see, ‘tis only me
and made but of flesh and bone.

But still my thoughts of thee
I share and so you’re not alone.

A truer philosophy never was
than that which binds us all.

So true, we know, that believe we so
our God will heal your soul.