I They are scarred, barely able to write a letter But her hands have helped make us humans better II I prayed from afar, chasing a revolution, another falling star She sacrificed by nursing the aged. A Sister? Friend? Daughter? III In the winter of my life, I cannot see with these eyes I won't see her hands - I know they are scarred prayers in disguise IV Jesus still heals ... Is it His will to heal my eyes, my future, me? Viola! I pray my Savior heals her hands (My greatest testimony).