6 of 7…sick of the disease…
i’m sick, sick
sick of the disease
the disease of being born
born into this dying race
i thought You came to heal
to bring me back to life
but why do i fail
why do i break
why do i still get sick
i called Your name
i screamed in pain
but i sill get hurt
i still feel sick
my mind is confused
things don’t go like i think they should
i want my way to be Your way
but You heal as You so choose
Your redemption is beyond comprehension
Your way is definitely not my own
break my way, my way of thinking
thinking i know how You should operate
i know i am redeemed
i know i’ve been bought
i know You control
even though
i give in still
i let my flesh take control
i willingly turn my face
and breathe in the disease
and act like the rest
this broken dying
flesh of the human race
and yet Lord
You will show Your ace
Your glory will be known
even though
i oft show my own filthy face
it’s all by Your forever beautiful grace
and Your forever glorious face
that good can be done
to this messed up human race
–
live love.
breathe surrender.
with reckless abandon.
November 16th, 2008 at 9:26 pm
i saw you writing this and wondered if it was tonight’s post. “in the flesh dwelleth no good thing” the only way to not be sick of the ‘disease’ is to live in complete control of the spirit, and it seems to hard. too hard to even try, but the flesh cannot take contol. “no man can serve two masters.” you have to keep God before you at all time.