My Remedy

Sick. Sick and tired,

From running so very far,

Hurt. Hurt and bleeding,

This wound left a scar,

Black. Black and bruised,

So deep from this injury,

Open. Open and flowing,

Like Jesus on Calvary,

Empty. Empty and forgetting,

What my life looked like before,

Dark. Dark and unsettling,

Closed shut behind a door,

Light. Light and hope,

Shone into my heart again,

New. New and unbreakable,

A heart washed clean from sin,

God. God and Messiah,

The Lord Jesus whom I love,

Saved. Saved and healed,

My Remedy from Heaven above!

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