You can't hurt the body, while God is tending the soul
Floating up to heaven without a care or woe.
Healing and repairing where you have struck
your blows.
Mending and replenishing so you won't hurt no
more.
You can't hurt the body, while God is tending the soul.
Creating a new identity, pulling out the molds.
Blending and amending, a substance made so bold.
Coming unto Jesus, breaking satan's hold.
No, you can't hurt the body, while God is tending the soul.
Written by Geraldine H. Wooley
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