My heart is full of sores,
Agony has burned my soul.
The weight of this world has wounded me,
I am scorched by the evil of the earth.
Who will heal me of these injuries,
What doctor is there to make me whole?
The Lord always sees my wounds,
My King shows compassion unto me.
He comes and mends my wounds,
My soul is made whole by the touch of my Lord.
So I will sing of the Almighty’s goodness,
Of my Savior’s mercy I will share with all.
For my Redeemer is the Master Healer,
The Master Doctor is my Messiah.
And He will heal all who come to Him,
When we let Christ in, He will make us better.