The Cure
You seek a physician,
When you are sick.
Or look to a friend,
When troubles seem thick.
We look for help,
When we need a hand.
Or just someone to,
Listen and understand.
But there is one sickness,
With no earthly cure!
It's our sin against God,
We've all done it for sure!
Whether your sin is big,
Or may even seem small.
Just too many of them,
You can't list them all.
Confess them to Jesus,
He'll forgive you your sin.
He is sins only cure,
Jesus heals you from within!
Copyright © Neal Carl | Year Posted 2008
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