The spirits are our saviors they heal the soul,
There are no real medicines found in a bowl.
The spirits are the healing power of this land,
and there is only one, that holds thier hand
Medicine Woman, Medicine Woman, who I hold dear
Please take away all that I fear,
Please rebalance the spiritual and natural world
So that my life can be straight and totally unfurled.
The spirit worlds is large and full of grace,
Their time is limited and their intention spaced
The Great Spirit, who is our creator,
Finds time for all as a mediator.
Medicine Woman, Medicine Woman, You are my savior
You take me in and change my behavior.
You call on the spirits to mend my ways
To ensure the my future sees better days.
Medicine Woman, Medicine Woman, meditate,
Envision the spirits, for to contemplate.
Place yourself in that higher state,
So you can balance my life and change my fate.
Wisdom, faith, and what is known absolute,
Brings the spirits to bare, there is no refute.
Medicine woman, who I love so dear,
I now have no reason to doubt or to fear.
REB (MARCH 2012) because Medicine Woman talks to the spirits and heals my soul
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