Terry MIlls, guitar and vocals
Sean Michael Giddings, harmonica

Lyrics

I PUT MY HAND IN THE WOUND OF A TREE

I put my hand in the wound of a tree
And in that moment of quiet
A message entered through my palm and straight into my heart.

The pain was real; the dark night of the soul was long
The scars reveal that love is strong
And I am profoundly comforted

A shade of what St. Thomas felt
To touch the side of the Beloved
The agony of doubt to melt and loyalty restored

The pain was real; the dark night of the soul was long
The scars reveal that love is strong
And I am profoundly comforted