Healing Me Softly
(A revision of, "Killing Me Softly" by Roberta Flack.)
 
Strumming my pain with His Fingers.
Singing my life with His Words.
Healing me softly with His song.
Healing me softly... with His song.
Telling my whole life... with His Words.
Loving me softly,
With His song...
 
I heard He sang a good song.
I heard Christ made us smile.
And so I came to seek Him and listen for awhile.
And there He was this pure love,
Familiar to my eyes...
 
Strumming my pain with His Fingers.
Singing my life with His Words.
Healing me softly with His song.
Healing me softly... with His song.
Telling my whole life... with His Words.
Loving me softly,
With His song...
 
!
I felt all flushed with fever.
Embarrassed by the crowd.
I opened up His letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed He would never finish,
And He just kept right on...
 
Strumming my pain with His Fingers.
Singing my life with His Words.
Healing me softly with His song.
Healing me softly... with His song.
Telling my whole life... with His Words.
Loving me softly,
With His song...
 
He sang as if He knew me,
In all my dark despair.
And then He looked right through me,
And took my sorrows hidden there.
And He just kept on singing.
Singing clear and strong...
 
Strumming my pain with His Fingers.
Singing my life with His Words.
Healing me softly with His song.
Healing me softly... with His song.
Telling my whole life... with His Words.
Loving me softly,
With His song...
 
Strumming my pain with His Fingers.
Singing my life with His Words.
Healing me softly with His song.
Healing me softly... with His song.
Telling my whole life... with His Words.
Loving me softly,
With His song...
 
He was strumming my pain...
Yeah, He was singing my life...
Healing me softly with His song.
Healing me softly... with His song.
Telling my whole life.. with His Words
Loving me softly,
With His song...
 
Written and revised by:
Richard (Jim) Minch
A.K.A The Songbird of Jesus.
In loving memory of Linda Markland.
03/18/05