My pain is real
You can't see
What I feel
My faith is strong
I did no wrong
Faith is docile
Sickness is subjective
Interpreted healing
Would you pray for me?
For I'm sick of you
I saw you cry
I shut your eyes
Why didn't I try?
It's not my place
Now, see His face
He's yours now, Lord
Take him to the kingdom
I'll wait here for you
Come for me when you please
I'll be on my knees
It'll be a year in October