Broken, afraid, wounded and bruised you find me. Pain pours through, don’t touch me, I’m broken, wounded and bruised. Gently he shows me the healing oil and the wine, tears unwanted and unseen for so long pour through he lifts me the pain is unbearable. My savior kindly reminds me its safety he is carrying me to. Each step feels like I’m being ripped in two “Rest I’m taking care of you

Within my haze and confusion and pain I hear the birds whisper in their song “he is taking care of you. I open my eyes to see he has painted the sky just for me. I cling to him as pain is pouring through.

You, you are mine, you belong to me, I’ve chosen you called you by name. I know the battle has been hard, I understand. I heard you call me when the enemy struck you and caused you pain I came closer and faster when I heard you call my name. I found you and here you are you are with me I will take care of you.