Place your hand…

Place your hands upon me
like a big tent preacher
and with a whisper
heal all that aches inside.
Put your lips upon my
forehead and glance your
eyes to the sky,
tell me that I’ll walk again
and tell me I can fly.
Hold me like a revival
and shake the demons from my skin.
Touch me like a fever
and kiss me like a sin.

Tyler Knott Gregson

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