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Lord, I think my soul is sick.

Though I've surrendered myself

To Your loving arms,

I keep on doing things that hurt me

And most of all, You.

There is something really wrong...



I am sick Lord,

I carry a disease of my past.

Too much burden on my mind,

Myself, I could not comprehend.

How could I fix myself...

I wish I could read my own manual.



No matter how I try,

On my own.

I could not get anywhere.

Could not get better.

Moving in circles, I am dizzy...

Too sick to stand up.



Please help...

Only You can heal me.