Wounded Healer

Laura Hackett

Compositor: Laura Hackett Park

The wounds upon your hands and feet
Will mark you for eternity
A fountain's opened up where blood and water flow
And I run to find my cleansing, I run to be made whole

Oh, and I trace the scars of your love for me
A constant reminder of what I mean
You bore the stripes so that I'd know peace
Oh, wounded healer
How I love you, Jesus

And a gruesome death you died for me
One could barely recognize your face
Pierced for my rebellion, beaten, whipped and mocked
Like a lamb led to the slaughter, you were killed 'cause I was lost

Oh, and I trace the scars of your love for me
A constant reminder of what I mean
You bore the stripes so that I'd know peace
I trace the scars of your love for me
A constant reminder of what I mean
You bore the stripes so that I'd know peace
Oh, wounded healer
How I love you, Jesus
Oh, wounded healer
How I love you, Jesus