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I stumbled up the steps, fell helpless on the floor
My heart was blue and cold, my pulse was faint and poor
“What can I do for you?” the surgeon’s voice was clear
I gazed upon his face and love erased my fear
I pulled my heart right out and laid it at his feet,
Crushed and badly bruised, a soft and fading beat
My heart is pained I told him, it’s filled with hate and shame
But someone told me Jesus, can heal the sick and lame
He lifted me with care, my heart upon my chest
And took me to a room, so filled with peace and rest
Some jars stood on a shelf, their contents pure and bright,
The Word of God said one, the other Truth and Light
The surgeon cut my heart, slit deep from side to side
He saw some unforgiveness, some arrogance and pride
I’ll cut that out he said, and fill the hole with balm
The one that’s sourced at Gilead, and brings true rest and calm
With caring hands he worked, and rinsed my heart with life
And used the Word of God, its blade a gleaming knife
Then using silvered thread, he stitched in rows so neat
I felt the rhythm throbbing as my heart began to beat
“Oh wow!” I cried amazed, the feeling was intense
A surge of power and love, my gratitude immense
The surgeon smiled on me, as strength rose fresh and new
Now go and spread the word, the workers they are few
And so I’ve shared my tale, with everyone I know
I’ve shown the scars of love, and let his mercy flow
And still the wonder lingers, the joy at what he’s done
For Jesus is my surgeon, God’s healing through his son
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