|look at this, do not be angry.|
| Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, |
and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
Lord, come to us and heal us.
I am your Healer, your Joy, your
Lord. You bid Me, your Lord, come.
Did you not know that I am here.
With noiseless footfall I draw near
to you. Your hour of need: that of My Coming
Could you know My Love,
could you measure My Longing
to help, you would know that I need
no agonized pleading. Your need is My Call.