Healing Hands


By Howard Gladstone

Someone is crying, “Ease my pain
I’m so afraid of the dark
My heart is dry, and my soul is too
I’ll catch fire with just a spark
I know I’m not here all alone
I’m getting ready for the night”
A gentle touch and the softest spark
Will turn you towards the light

Chorus
The world needs more healing hands
We all know that it’s true
The world needs more healing hands
There’s so much we can do
Do what you can to give relief
Just to put one heart at ease
The world needs more healing hands
What else can we do?

War is raging in the desert world
Dust blows in through a door
A child is crying – an unmade bed
Desperate mother sweeps the floor
An army sweeps in with the wind
House blown away, just like sand
Motherless child in a bone dry land
Needs the touch of a healing hand

Chorus

The world needs more healing hands
We all know that it’s true
The world needs more healing hands
There’s so little we can do
Do what you can to give relief
Just to put one heart at ease
The world needs more healing hands
What else can we do?

There’s a fever running through the world
Contagion in the town
Sky has turned a ghostly red
Last daylight’s going down
There is a voice that’s always calling
You can fold or you can stand
Someone’ calls, how can you refuse
To lend the touch of a healing hand

Chorus
The world needs more healing hands
We all know that it’s true
The world needs more healing hands
There’s just so much we can do
Do what you can to give relief
Just to put one heart at ease
The world needs more healing hands
What else can we do?



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