I don't guess it can even compare to you. What is sickness to you?
The problems in my mind seem so big so much of the time, but is there really anything too hard for you?
Its easy to forget how big you are and how little I am. I fit right in the middle of your nail scarred hands.
If you made me from dust, you know my thoughts, my heart, and the reason for every tear then why would I think that you're not big enough to hear?
The devil makes it so easy to doubt, but I guess that's all the more reason to trust you. Everything he says isn't true.
Between you and the devil there is no comparison. There is no one that is as mighty as you, so again what is sickness to you?
Why do I bring you so low? You've healed before and I don't believe you've decided to stop now.
You've never left me alone to face things on my own, and you've never turned a deaf ear. Help me to delight myself in you and know that every single prayer you hear.
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