Happy to be Sick

The sick not the healthy,

that is who You seek.

You’re tender yet resilient,

and speak such words as these:

I call the sinners,

the broken and the lame.

I desire the hurting,

the outcasts and the shamed.

I am the healer,

you are but the clay.

So do not fret or worry,

I call you by your name.

My call is irrevocable,

my voice is oh, so sweet,

That once you’ve known my palms,

and once you’ve felt my feet,

you will love the Father,

and trample o’er defeat.

I’ll show you resurrection.

I’ll show you how to live.

Listen, my dear child,

You are really His.

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