Текст песни We Cannot Measure How You Heal - Brian Doerksen feat. Loralee Thiessen

We cannot measure how you heal
Or answer every sufferer's prayer Yet we believe your grace responds
Where faith and doubt unite to care
Your hands, though bloodied on the cross
Survive to hold and heal and warn
To carry all through death to life
And cradle children yet unborn
The pain that will not go away
The guilt that clings from things long past
The fear of what the future holds
Are present as if meant to last
But present too is love which tends
The hurt we never hope to find
The private agonies inside
The memories that haunt the mind
(Instrumental)
So some have come who need your help
And some have come to make amends
As hands which shaped and saved the world
Are present in the touch of friends
Lord, let your Spirit meet us here
To mend the body, mind and soul
To disentangle peace from pain
And make your broken people whole
And make your broken people whole
Come make your broken people whole