Who is this surgeon?
Who sees the deepest wounds,
Wounds unseen,
Who peels back the layers
to reveal the truth,
to expose the pain,
to allow for healing,
Who ignores my pleas
to leave those wounds alone,
please
Who is this surgeon?
Who shows me
what I don't want to see,
Who rips off callouses
To release the poison
of unforgiveness
and lies and shame,
To allow His grace,
His love,
His mercy
to pour into
the deepest crevices
of my heart
Who is this Surgeon?
Who knows where to cut,
when to cut
and when to let it be,
Whose gentleness
matches His skill,
Whose tenderness
and patience
make it easier
for me
to let Him
have His way
Who is this Surgeon?
Who requires truth
in the deepest parts,
truths I can't see,
can't begin to comprehend,
Who sees the wounds that
have caused me
to harden my heart,
to fear,
to strive,
to hang my head,
to hide
Who is this Surgeon?
Whose mercy reveals
the damage done,
and what needs to be done,
Who corrects
and chastens,
Who waits for surrender,
of sin and shame,
Who readily forgives
even when
I can't forgive myself
Who is this Surgeon?
Who not only operates
but actually heals,
Who injures
but binds up,
Who wounds
and makes whole,
Who restores shalom,
and strengthens me
to walk on the heights
with Him
Who is this Surgeon?
Who sees what I can be,
how I can be,
if only I will let Him
heal, restore,
direct and correct,
Who requires
childlike trust,
obedience
and
surrender,
Who says to me
"in your quietness and trust
I can heal"
Behold, happy is the man whom God corrects;
Therefore do not despise the chastening of the Almighty.
For He bruises, but He binds up;
He wounds, but His hands make whole. Job 5:17,18
He makes my feet like the feet of deer, and sets me on my high places. Ps 18:33
Come, let us return to the Lord. He has torn us to pieces but He will heal us; He has injured us but He will bind up our wounds. Hosea 6:1
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This is a beautiful song of the Father's heart toward His children.
When you see broken beyond repair
I see healing beyond belief
When you see too far gone
I see one step away from home
When you see nothing but damaged goods
I see something good in the making
I'm not finished yet
When you see wounded, I see mended
You see your worst mistake
But I see the price I paid
There's nothing you could ever do, to lose what grace has won
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