Insta Jesus.
That’s what I want. 
I want to have all my problems fixed.
All my hurt healed.
I want it fixed now and healed now so that I can continue living for tomorrow to my own happiness.
Not that all pain and all problems are products of my own way but aren’t most of them?
I shouldn’t categorize and criminalize and condemn all of what is bad as my fault. 
Though I could more safe than sorry say that it is.
But not with despair I could confess.
For I have been redeemed by Jesus blood and righteousness. 
So all those problems I caused
All that hurt I brought upon myself
Those wages that I earned through years and years of sin
taken and delivered upon His head, and sentenced Him to death.
Free now I stand. Relieved and justified.
Added to my account the joy and harmony of a life perfectly lived.
Standing complete, lacking nothing, righteous in all accounts
Peace with a Heavenly Perfect Father.
I am.. because I AM took my place. 
Whatever momentary trouble I face today
Shall be wiped away on that eternal dawn of the endless morn
That hurt that so begs to hold my hand again and drown me in pain
Cast aside in hell’s eternal flame.
Though it would be right and just to have my soul go down
He took the accursed place 
that I might taste of His precious grace