Search, searching, physically wounded
I need to find a cure.
Racing, racing, thoughts racing,
Of ever thing I’m so unsure.
Some say try this, try that,
But then it only works for a little while.
Yet we keep living in denial,
Of the very One (Jesus) who holds the cure.
Peace of mind He will give to us,
Strength to face another day;
All it takes is a little faith,
No need to any longer feel insecure.