Hands Of Healing 2
Hands of Healing was a gift from the Spirit, two weeks after
my dad died. As often happens, the Spirit only gave me a part
of the song, leaving it up to me to complete (or not).
Although a parish organist, I have not taken music theory
classes—and had certainly never composed any music prior to
waking up that gifted morning with the first 4 notes of the
melody and the accompanying words, “Hands of healing” running
through my head. As it turned out, the song fragment/Spirit
wouldn’t let me go, compelling me to finish it.
After a week, the melody and remaining words were completed,
becoming a breath prayer for me, chanted over and over and
over, consciously and subconsciously, a song-prayer without
ceasing for the next year as I struggled with harmonizing it.
Bubbling up even as I was in the midst of other activities,
Hands of Healing became an instrument of healing for me as I
grieved my dad’s death that first year. As my focus gradually
flowered outward again, I began chanting the hymn when praying
for others—inserting a name in the text: “Hands of healing,
Jesus, lay on Betty; gentle hands of healing, Jesus, lay on
May Hands of Healing be a source of strength, comfort
and healing to all who pray it—a gift to you from the Spirit.