By: Woodrow Lucas
Wounded soul, writhing in the agony of awakening to your greatness,
For you are healed,
A healed man has no idea that he is healed when he is on the operating table,
For he is asleep,
It is only when he awakes and feels the pain removed that he knows of his healing,
Wounded soul, awake to your greatness,
Awake to your beauty,
For your wounds have made you mighty!!
And with such might, the gates of darkness will not stand against you!!