(Listen to recording of this song HERE.)
Like a child who’s tripped and fallen down,
And he cries out for his mama’s help,
Still sobbing till she tends his wounds
And kisses all his hurts away,
So I find that I, too, sometimes fall
And I cry out for my Father’s help.
Lord, come and make things right once more
And kiss my hurting heart.
Kiss my hurting heart, Lord, kiss my hurting heart.
Make things right once more. Lord, kiss my hurting heart.
Like a child who’s wandered out of sight
And she cries out for her daddy’s help,
Still sobbing till he takes her hand
And kisses all her fears away.
So I find that I, too, often stray
And I cry out for my Father’s help
To come and put me on the path
And kiss my fearful heart.
Kiss my fearful heart, Lord, kiss my fearful heart.
Put me on the path. Lord, kiss my fearful heart.
Like a child who breaks his favorite toy,
And he cries out for his momma’s help,
Still sobbing till she fixes it
And kisses all his grief away,
So I find that I, too, often break
And I cry out for my Father’s help.
Lord, come and make things whole once more
And kiss my grieving heart.
Kiss my grieving heart, Lord, kiss my grieving heart.
Make things whole once more. Lord, kiss my grieving heart.
About This Song:
When I was still working at the International Mission Board of the Southern Baptist Convention, we had chapel services every Wednesday morning. One Wednesday, missionary couple David and Chanelle Acton presented a very moving devotional–one that inspired me to write this song.
One thing a good parent does is to kiss his or her children when they hurt. Perhaps it’s a physical injury. Or fear of being separated in a large store. Or grief over losing or breaking a favorite toy.
A good parent not only wants to make the child feel better, but to deal with hurts in the appropriate way. That may involve actually kissing a child’s boo boo, reaching out to assure a child that she’s safe, or making a valiant effort to repair a broken toy.
But God is the best Father of all, and when we’re hurting, He wants us to reach out to Him and ask Him to kiss our hurting hearts. But that requires us to have the humility and dependence of a child.
Are you willing to humble yourself and call out to Him that way in your times of need? How about leaving a comment?
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Best regards,
Roger
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Kiss my hurting heart is where i am today. My broken toy is the freedom to go places as I wish and I needed a reminder that I am whole and taken care of. Thank you for listening when the Holy Spirit whispers.
Betty, I am so thankful that I could be the provider of that reminder. My prayers are with you.