The magic inside

Healing is the ointment that is flowing through our veins
We have deep inside our being, the extinguisher of all pains
We have only to reach inside of us where all is calm and still
to recover that ancient remedy, the destroyer of every ill.

Created in God's likeness we can all restore and heal
It was never in our destiny to be destructive or to kill.
So why is it that the universe is weeping and all inflamed?
Our disregard for destiny is why each of us can be blamed.

The music of the universe is starting to play again
"you were kind and loving before, do you remember when?"
What happened to that innocence that giving-ness you had
A little child inside of you is waiting to erase the bad.