A Cry for Help
What is this illness ripping at my mind:
In every day torment I find!
How do I deal with something I can't see;
Why can't my illness just set me free?
How do I get through the torment day after day?
All I can do is ask for the Lord's blessing and show me the way.
Another day to suffer and to the Lord I go:
My spirit is weak and only agony will flow,
Flow through my mind and tear me apart-
I feel as if something is ripping at my heart.
I must be hopeful that the Lord will pull me through:
I live in a world of madness and don't know what to do!
Dear Lord, may you realize I suffer so much;
If you could only reach down and my mind do touch.
Oh, how I am grateful for my life all, always be,
Why am I still suffering? Why me?
I have done all I can to find a cure,
But having this illness I am just not sure;
Have mercy on me, Jesus, for this Illness just won't let me be;
I cry out to the heavens to set me free.