| Sincerely, from a sinful broken hearted man,
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| Will I ever discover a gift to escape these burdens?
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| I am surrounded by this consuming sickness.
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| I am surrounded. |
| I am consumed.
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| Watching you suffer, I’m forever in a waiting room.
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| I know this cancer lies deep within your veins,
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| But they always told me that God will take away your pain.
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| In a hospital bed,
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| Why hasn’t He healed you yet?
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| I can see your hope slipping day by day
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| As your whole life withers away.
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| It ruins me. |
| This ruins me.
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| Just hold on my friend.
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| I wish I could end your sorrow.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| Hooked up to wires. |
| Chronic disease.
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| I hear your cries, «Someone save me please!»
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| Hour by hour, vital signs.
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| I hear the doctors say, «You don’t have much time.»
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| Just hold on my friend.
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| I wish I could end your sorrow.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| Just hold on tonight.
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| You’ll make it through this fight.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| Although the flesh may never mend,
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| Prepare the body for the soul to ascend.
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| I pray You mend their soul.
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| Fate is in Your hands.
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| I know my heart and where my faith stands,
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| So I’m calling You out. |
| Bring forth Your healing hands.
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| Bring forth Your healing hands.
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| This is the end-stage.
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| Resurrect the body. |
| Turn the page.
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| This is the end-stage.
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| Restore the flesh. |
| Turn the page.
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| Just hold on my friend.
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| I wish I could end your sorrow.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| Just hold on tonight.
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| You’ll make it through this fight.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| You’ll see tomorrow.
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| In Jesus name, this cancer is dead.
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| I’m calling you out, vermin of sickness.
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| You are no more. |