DOCTOR, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?

by Stan C. Countz

Doctor, what's wrong with me?
Are my eyes too blind to see?
Why can my ears no longer hear
The cries of the lost and dying?

Has my heart grown cold?
Have my eyes grown old?
Have I sold my soul
For a pot of gold?

Doctor my ears have heard the lies
And the hollow alibis
Of the mindless masses
Oh, please heal me if you can

Doctor my eyes have seen the truth
Through the skewed views we call news
Through rose-colored glasses
My head is buried in the sand

Doctor my heart has come apart
And I need a brand new start
Before my life passes
So take me by the hand

Doctor my eyes can’t stop their crying
For a lost and dying world
Can we save it before it crashes?
Try to save our dying land

My ears can’t keep from hearing
And my fears keep reappearing
I keep taking these classes
But I still can’t understand

Doctor my heart needs to start caring
And stop comparing myself to others
To stop airing my dirty laundry
And start caring for my brothers

My mind is reeling so out of control
I need more than just a gut feeling
More than a quick fix or opinion poll
I need healing for my mortal soul

TREASURES IN HEAVEN

by Stan C. Countz

My mind is full; my heart is achin’
Everything that can be, will be shaken
So make sure___ that you’re ____
Not mistaken

Store up for yourselves treasures
In heaven where they can never___
Rust or corrupt or be taken
He will never allow
His children now
To be forsaken

Blessed is the man
Who makes the Lord his trust
Who stores up treasures
that can never rust

We must seek His kingdom first
And we must hunger and thirst for His righteousness
So just speak the word and be assured that I’ll be healed
And your glory shall be revealed

Eye has not seen
Ear has not heard
What you’ve prepared
For those who love your word

As the sky is high above you
So your ways are higher than mine
But I will always love you
Until the end of time

You’ll stick closer than a brother
So let your light so shine
They’ll know you’re mine
By the way you love one another

The Shoes of the Great Physician

by Stan C. Countz

V1
We were trapped___ in our sins and trespasses
‘Til He took our rap and He took our lashes
He went way___ beyond the call of duty
We traded our ashes…for His beauty

V2
By His stripes we’ve been healed
By His Spirit, we’ve been sealed
He is our sword and our shield
and His glory will soon be revealed

PRE-CHORUS
We are called to be just like our master
To see opportunity in every disaster
To be teachers, priests and pastors
We are the sheep, the sheep of His pasture

CHORUS
Who will go for Him? Who will He send?
He sticks closer than a brother
He’s no fair-weather friend; who will He send
To fill the shoes, the shoes of the Great Physician?
So share the Good News with those who choose to listen
Let’s be fishers of men and fulfill the Great Commission
Let’s be men and women who are on a mission
To fill the shoes, the shoes of the Great Physician

V3
Upon this rock will He build His kingdom
And the gates of Hell will not prevail against it
We will not all die; in the blink of an eye
Don’t think it strange if you’re changed in an instant

BRIDGE/PRE-CHORUS
“He who is not for Me is against Me,” He said
But no one comes to the Father ‘less the Spirit brings them
Give us this day our daily bread and help us seek His kingdom
And all these things will be added unto you
Blessed are you when men curse and revile you
It’s not the world outside you that hurts and defiles you
It’s the enemy within; so turn away from your sin
Don’t let the serpent continue to beguile you

CHORUS

OUTRO
By His stripes we’ve been healed; by His Spirit, we’ve been sealed
Every tongue shall confess and every one shall kneel at His feet
And we’ll walk on golden streets in the shoes of the Great Physician
In the shoes, the shoes of the Great Physician…