My Sin-Sick Soul by John Newton [Poem]
This is a poem I found early this week by John Newton, author of Amazing Grace. It’s everything I’ve been thinking and musing on this past weekend. God is the great physician, not only of our bodies, but our minds and very spirits as well! I was so touched, I had to share it.
My Sin-Sick Soul
by John NewtonPhysician of my sin-sick soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.
Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine;
For never can I hope a cure
From any hand but thine.
I would disclose my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully paint
That worst distemper, sin.
It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.
It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent and lame;
And overclouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.
A thousand evil thoughts intrude
Tumultuous in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.
Lord I am sick, regard my cry,
And set my spirit free;
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live for thee?
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