Heal me, Lord, if it is Your will,
Speak to the storm and make it still.
Touch this pain with mercy’s hand,
Lift me up so I might stand.

But if not, if healing waits,
If I must walk through shadowed gates,
Then hold me close and guide me through
For even then, I’ll cling to You.

I will not curse the thorn or fire,
Nor trade Your love for vain desire.
Though valleys stretch and skies grow dim,
My song will rise, my trust in Him.

For You are God on peaks so high,
And You are near when low I lie.
So heal me, Lord—but if You will not,
I’ll walk with You through every lot.

Through darkest nights, my soul is still
I love You, Lord, and I always will.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop