ONE SCARRED HAND

He is the fountain for a thirsty soul 
He is the healer and,
so much more
When my heart is broken by this world’s
demands
The pieces are mended with
one scarred hand.

CHORUS
And when I can’t stand
I have to lean
And when I can’t see I must believe
The great physician’s touch Is the
balm that can mend broken hearts
With one scarred handss.

It’s a hand that hangs this
whole world in plan
Oh a hand that - was scarred
just to give me grace
And to think a hand that
holds the stars
Is strong enough,
to mend one broken heart.