†I was born sick, but I love it.Command me to be well.Amen. Amen. Amen.Take me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.Offer me that deathless death.Good God, let me give you my life. † all rights reserved to JohannaBloom &MihaiStelian-2015All Rights Reserved