Illness Of The Heart lyrics

Illness of the heart Father, have you ever spared the rod? I am in a mess of my own making I am in between two states of being Father, would you gently lead me Guide me, mold me, heal the Illness of the heart When I am afraid There is not a word my friends can say I am in sinking ship of worry I am in a Petri dish of living Father, would you override My body, soul, and mind and the Illness of the heart I know you can make me well Father, make me well Illness of the heart Beauty is a kind of medicine But there is no physician like repentance There is no condition past forgiveness There is not a healing like the holy love that leads to The stillness of the heart Love me with your all Or don't love me at all Stillness of the heart I am still a novice at the art I am still embarrassed in your presence I am still ashamed of being naked I am still afflicted by unwillingness to kill the Illness of the heart