Bruised and broken
My heart was a heap of misery
Covered by a blanket of sorrow
My heart was wrapped in desolation
The shadow of death hovered over my head
The great healer of hearts answered my prayers
The great Comforter returned my calls
My heart was held together by stitches of love
Warmness was allowed to return to my heart
The great Physician was at work in my soul
Mending every broken wall of my heart
Removing all traces of sorrow
My heart was allowed to beat again
The great healer of hearts has shined his torch in my heart
Uprooting the spreading weeds of misery
Planting a sense of hope in my heart
My days of sorrow curtailed
The shadow of death defeated
The sun is shining once again
My tears are drying up
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