I'm sick

I'm sick.

I'm sick of these things.

I'm sick of the things that tear us apart.

I'm sick of constantly rejecting unity.

I'm sick of love not spreading through a place like this.

A heart like mine.

I'm sick of apathy.

I'm sick of the comfort we have.

I'm sick of superiority.

I'm sick of hate.

I'm sick of the jealousy that roams through this place.

Through a heart like mine.

I'm sick of death.

I'm sick of pain.

I'm sick of disease.

I'm sick of murder, the murder of anything.

Murder that seizes even a heart like mine.

I'm sick.

I'm made well.

I'm made well of these things.

I'm made well of the things that tore us a part.

I'm made well because of overthrowing disunity.

I'm made well because of love that mends.

That mends a heart like mine.

I'm made well because of rejecting apathy.

I'm made well because I cannot be comfortable.

I'm made well because of superiority.

I'm made well because of overcoming hate.

I'm made well because jealousy cannot be found.

Even in a heart like mine.

I'm made well because death has lost it's grip.

I'm made well because pain will cease to exist.

I'm made well because disease will be left without a victim.

I'm made well because murder is no longer anywhere to be seen.

Even in a heart like mine.

He will make all things new.

He will heal every wound.

Death is overcome.

In this my soul is satisfied.

I am no longer sick.

I am forgiven.

I am healed by His grace.

He will make all things new.

All to God.