A taste of what's to come

Always on my own with it
No-else can know
Or begin to understand
Just how it goes

So few can listen
Without putting their oars in
I should be used to it
By now, I suppose

But Jesus I don't want
Just to be
About me
And turning to you
Brings relief
Sets me free

Then your healing spirit moves
Stirs me deep inside
A taste of what's to come
When your healing work is done