Healing Hands Hymn

(hmmmmm) Cold Michigan morning, wind on the plains

Truck engine humming through wintery lanes Got his boots in the mud

and his bag in his hand

The kindest old healer

in all of this land

From the barn to the clinic,

he's answering calls No matter how heavy the snowstorm falls

Oh, Dr Pol, with your hands in the dirt

Healing the weak

and easing the hurt With a laugh and a story and a

Dutch-born grace You bring so much hope to this beautiful place (oh-oh-oh)

A newborn calf taking its very first breath

Pulling a life from the edges of death With Diane by his

side, they have weathered the years

Sharing the laughter and drying the tears

From the barn to the clinic,

he's answering calls No matter how heavy the snowstorm falls

Oh, Dr Pol, with your hands in the dirt

Healing the weak

and easing the hurt With a laugh and a story and a

Dutch-born grace You bring so much hope to this beautiful place (oh-oh-oh)

Decades of devotion, a lifetime of care

Every farm family

knows that you're there

With a gentle hand

and an honest heart

Oh, Dr Pol, with your hands in the dirt

Healing the weak

and easing the hurt With a laugh and a story and a

Dutch-born grace You bring so much hope to this beautiful place (oh-oh-oh)

Thank you, Dr Pol (hmmm)