We Can Be Healed

There was famine in the souls of men Hearts having failed everything that was Was turned upside down by fact or fiction Made and created by fighting for the throne Unbelief spread like a virus, contagious Its truth or so it is believed at any cost There is a little Cain in all of us don’t you know And the kiss by Judas buried long time ago With thirty pieces of silver but comes to life in all of us With a kiss we betrayed an innocent man And with a kiss this man was taken to his accusers Beaten mocked and wounded by unbelief Our jealousy denial and fear sent him to die But by His wounds and the empty tomb Mary knows Mary was the first to see We can be healed Frank Black Blacharczyk