Open my ears to the Spirit song, rafting through the land,
With words of a simple making, whose meaning, hearts commend.
Its tune, a lively tonic, the broken, a healing hand,
The weary shall find solace, and the childlike, understand.
A char along the edges,
Be not too distraught,
The Lord gently chastising,
His goal, your soul restored.
So in this blight, take pride,
Wound inflicted and healed,
It is only those deemed worthy,
That in mercy, He so deals.