Текст песни Healing Hands - James Main

Bring your healing hands
Take this cup away from us
Show us what you're made of
You who were not made at all

Bring that sweet relief
Only you can do the impossible
Anoint our heads with oil
And turn our mourning into a song

With broken hearts and failing bodies
Where's the hope for us?
If disappointment is all we'll ever get
Why even start?
It would take real goodness
To overcome such serious disillusionment
And a flood of grace
Just to keep trusting in your love

Ah
Ah
Ah

Reveal yourself, God
Even if it means we must leave all we know
Prepare a boat
And take us where the river has to run
Ooh bring a wind to steer us
And a light to lead us when the night feels long
Oh, hear our prayer, God
Let your loving will be done

Oh, bring your healing hands!
Bring your healing hands!