THE HEALING GOD

Are you broken, Pierced, and shattered?
Is your life torn, shredded and hopeless?
Are you pained, hurting and wounded?

You are indeed wounded.
Your world is turned upside down.
You are defeated, abused and wasted.
You keep away from stilled waters;
You are scared of reflective panes;
You hate the mirrors.

For they remind you of what you have become.
When you behold your image in the mirror,
it reminds you of what your ever haunting past is.
You fear to look in your eyes,
for in them are mirrored sorrows and nothingness.

But broken, you don’t have to hurt forever.
There is a ointment that soothes;
there is a balm that mends every broken heart;
there is a heart that stills every troubled life;
There is a suave that wipes away the hurts of life;
There is a healer Who is ever ready to heal the broken.

Indeed, he sees you and knows you;
He is love and he sees you differently;
He has always loved you and will always love you.

When he looks at you,
He does not see a wasted man;
He does not see an immoral child;
He does not see an abused woman;
He sees a lovely soul.

When love looks at you,
love sees perfection;
He looks beyond the scars, the wounds, and the filth;
He sees a vessel of honor, and a lovely man or woman.

He wants to take away your wounds, cares and misery;
He wants to give you a better life.
He wants to heal you;
For he is the great physician that heals all hurts,
and longs to mend your broken life.

You, who have been broken by sexual abuses,
broken by abortions, broken by rejections, broken by hatred,
broken by incest, broken by alcoholism, broken by drug addiction;
The great physician is here for you;

 He Says: “Come! Come to me all you who are weary; all you who are laden by cares of a wicked world; Come to me the healing one, come to me the healer;
Lay your burdens at my feet; cast all your cares upon me, for I care for you.
I love you and I want to give you a better life”

So come, come and lay your burdens at his feet;
Let his healing waters flow through you and wash away every slime and sludge of a past too gory;
Come oh come to the Healing one!
Come oh come to the Healing God!