My children sit outside the camp staring at their wounds,
wanting to he healed
but not knowing how.
They are as broken soldiers,
and in their frustration they have lifted the sword
one against the other.
Have I not said
that I Am the God of your healing
and that Mine shall be a victorious army?
The trumpet of the battle is soon to blow,
and I shall raise up my children.
They shall be made whole
and they shall march out in victory.
Too long have the talents I have given
my children have been laid aside.
Dust off your uniform, prepare to put it on.
I shall march through the camp and
I shall heal the broken hearted
and the afflicted.
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