Come into my home

Come into my home, to the sickbed of my wife
Sit upon her cot and give her back her life
Invisible unseen healer
Invisible unseen love

You whose home was in the stars
Whose father was the Creator
Wipe the sweat from off of your brow
And take a drink of water

My only door is open to you
My window is open wide
Come inside and sit down by my wife’s side
Invisible unseen healer
Invisible unseen love

Let her see into your eyes
And touch your perfect hand
Let her ask for mercy and let her understand
The invisible unseen healer
The invisible unseen love

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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