MY HOSPITAL

They are like whispers in the sky
When I'm crying out to You
The cry of a soul no one
On earth is capable of hearing

Much easier for someone to point out
The mistakes that exist in me
But the Lord reminds me
That He loves me just the same

It's so hard to be happy here
For every mistake there's a tribunal
Thank goodness within me
Your presence is my hospital

You are the medicine of heaven
A very present help for me
A new heart transplanted
Already cancelled on the cross my end

Every time my soul cries
With symptoms that the world causes
Again I will smile in the end
Your presence is my hospital

So many mistakes I've made
And the Lord did not turn me into a defendant
These are experiences I've lived
Today nothing separates me from heaven

My remedy is Your word, oh, Lord
It is sweeter than pure honey
Healed, I am alive for Your praise

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