Verse 1
Wounded world that cries for healing
Here we hold each other's pain
Wounded systems bruised and bleeding
Bear the load the scars of strain
Dollars ration out compassion
Hard decisions rule the day
Jesus of the healing Spirit
Free us to another way
Verse 2
Through our nation's pent frustration
Through the corridors of stress
May there move a kindlier wisdom
All may feel and all may bless
Tax and tithe are for a purpose
Shared to shield the poor and weak
Past the symptoms of our sickness
Let the voice of justice speak
Verse 3
Honor those whose loving spirit
Nurses hope restores and heals
Towel and basin used in service
Like the Christ who comes and kneels
In the tending in the mending
May we see the right and fair
In our common quest for wholeness
Heal each other by our care
