Father, you know my heart
dreams die hard, don't they God?
but my best dream of all never will.
my sweetest dreams
will always be of You.
and tonight You are again
in a more complete and special way
my true love.
and i throw, not simply give
myself into Your hands
Your precious love-scarred hands.

i've rested there, a lot in my life
haven't i? and i'm back again.
still resting, still trusting
even tho' my heart
feels like a big ouch!
my heart feels like a big ouch!

that's ok!
You are the ultimate band-aid.
not just a band-aid
You are the healer of my soul
band-aid, healer, of my heart.
You are the ultimate band-aid.

words by Anne Carlson.
music by j-9. (4/11/91)

© 1991 Anne Carlson and Janine Freed