| I recall climbing up that backyard tree
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| Before I knew it I had hit the ground
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| She knew my arm was broken
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| As Mama threw the car door open
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| And hurriedly she drove me into town
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| As we sat there waiting I said
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| Mom it really hurts!
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| Then she pointed to the doctor with these words
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| You can’t fix it, but He can
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| Don’t you cry, there’s healing in His hands
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| He can take what’s broken and make it whole again
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| You can’t fix it, but He can
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| I can still see me sittin' on that back church pew
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| Trying to be cool at seventeen
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| When the altar call was given
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| I just kinda stiffened
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| The preacher seemed to look right straight at me
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| When Daddy put his arms around me
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| The tears began to fall
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| Then he pointed to the cross there on the wall and said
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| You can’t fix it, but He can
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| Don’t you know there’s healing in His hands
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| He can take what’s broken and make it whole again
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| You can’t fix it, but He can
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| Are you standing in the rubble of your broken life and wonder
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| Can the pieces be put back together
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| You can’t fix it, but He can
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| There is healing in the Savior’s hands
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| Whoa He can take what’s broken and make it whole again
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| You can’t fix it, but He can |