I never thought I'd heal

Of that wound that helped me feel

Long ago and far away

I never thought I'd stay

So far from home so long

How could I have been so wrong?

I never knew the hurt would fade

And so long indeed it stayed.

But if it's true that without blood,

A sacrificial torrential flood,

I cannot know the life of prayer I love,

Then what plan can have He who is above?

What chance can fill the hole

Which was left to save some soul?

And who can fill the doubt

That what I plan about

Is but a mistake?

Then whom would I take?

What gift of fate can change my tears to joy?

What gift of love can turn my joy to life's employ?