Illness of The Heart

[Verse 1]
Illness of the heart
Father, have You ever spared the rod?
I am in a mess of my own making
I am in between two states of being
Father, would You gently lead me
Guide me, mold me, heal
The illness of the heart

[Verse 2]
When I am afraid
There is not a word my friends can say
I am in a sinking ship of worry
I am in a petri dish of living
Father, would You override
My body, soul, and mind
And the illness of the heart?

[Bridge]
I know You can make me well
Father, make mе well

[Interlude]
Ah
Ooh

[Verse 3]
Illness of the hеart
Beauty is a kind of medicine
But there is no physician like repentance
There is no condition past forgiveness
There is not a healing like the holy love that leads
To the stillness of the heart

[Bridge 2]
Love me with Your all
Or don't love me at all

[Interlude]
Ah
Ooh

[Verse 4]
Stillness of the heart
I am still a novice at the art
I am still embarrassed in Your presence
I am still ashamed of being naked
I am still afflicted by unwillingness to kill
The illness of the heart