We cannot measure how you heal Or answer every sufferer's prayer Yet we believe your grace responds Where faith and doubt unite to care Your hands, though bloodied on the cross Survive to hold and heal and warn To carry all through death to life And cradle children yet unborn ♪ The pain that will not go away The guilt that clings from things long past The fear of what the future holds Are present as if meant to last But present too is love which tends The hurt we never hope to find The private agonies inside The memories that haunt the mind ♪ So, some have come who need your help And some have come to make amends As hands which shaped and saved the world Are present in the touch of friends Lord, let your Spirit meet us here To mend the body, mind and soul To disentangle peace from pain And make your broken people whole And make your broken people whole Come make your broken people whole