Lost in my disease
Wandering at
the pain I can't ease
I cried out the pain
in me,
I asked you to heal
me at the top of the
tree.
I walked down,
My disease is still
in my chest,
No matter how
sleepless nights and
dawn
I prayed that you'll
save me and give
me rest
You showed me love
and care
You helped me conquer
my fears
On the things I couldn't stare
I can finally find joy in
tears.
Thank You for
answering my prayers,
My disease remained;
But you saved my
soul,
And once made me whole.
For knowing my worth
And cleansing the dirt
Show that it is truly happening,
That this is His healing.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the King
Poetry"Oh, King above all kings The one who forgave me from all my sins You are the reason why I still live I wrote these poems for You to read." -yssa
