I'm sick; I've tried not to show it

I pray to God that no one has noticed

But I grow weaker day by day

My face is pale my hair turns gray

It's hard to find the joy I once knew

What has crawled into my bones?

Made me brittle, made me old

All of my dreams are about God

When I dream about God

When I dream its about God

Confusion is my enemy

Restore my soul of faith from reasoning

Jesus save me from obscurity

From the hour, the moment of grief

But I grow weaker day by day

My face is pale my hair turns gray

Hard to imagine the boy I once knew