WOUNDED HEART

Oh wounded heart, pierced with so much pain.
Closed off to hurt, closed off to anything.
Oh, guarded heart, crushed by so much pain.
Oh, wounded heart, closed to everything.

To bear a wound is such an awful thing.
It saps the strength. It takes the want away.
Life withers up. And, the bones go dry.
No will to live. God, please let me die.

Oh wounded heart, pierced with so much pain.
Closed off to hurt, closed off to anything.
Oh, guarded heart, crushed by so much pain.
Oh, wounded heart, closed to everything.

Hours seem like days. And, days seem like years.
No laughter comes. There are only tears.
The crying ends. Then there’s only numb.
If only death, would so quickly come.

Oh wounded heart, pierced with so much pain.
Closed off to hurt, closed off to anything.
Oh, guarded heart, crushed by so much pain.
Oh, wounded heart, closed to everything.

Without a hope. Or, so at least, it seemed.
Without a smile. Oh, how my soul screamed.
No want to live. And, no hope to guide.
Just dark shadows, into which I hide.

Oh wounded heart, pierced with so much pain.
Closed off to hurt, closed off to anything.
Oh, guarded heart, crushed by so much pain.
Oh, wounded heart, closed to everything.

With life so bleak, a gentle touch I felt.
A hint of hope, in struggled prayer I knelt.
The greatest friend, who knew agony.
He cared enough, to come and comfort me.

Oh, healing heart. Pierced with so much pain.
Once closed by hurt. Once closed to everything.
Oh, healing heart. Restored to love again.
Restored to hope. Restored to live again.
Oh, healing heart. Oh, healing heart.

Richard L. Brewer