I saw a man, body battered by drugs, I couldn't help but think, could the medicine, been love?
Where do you turn when you need healing love? An addiction, something bandaid; or Heaven above?
So many people hurting, at the end of their rope. Searching, still searching, for that glimmer of hope.
It's there through the darkness, I've see it, it's real. That hope; we're ok guys, our deep wounds can heal.
Turn from false medicines, sins and voodoo. And reach for your maker, He knows what to do.
You can be joyful,
Challenge: Be someone who administers the medicine of love.