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?