| Come O Lord |
| Pity me, O Lord, for many times I am very weak. Heal me Lord, for my body hurts so much I can hardly speak. I am upset and disturbed - my mind is full of sadness and gloom. Oh, restore my health Lord, I plea for you to do it soon. Come O Lord, and make me well and in your kindness save me. For if I die now, I won't be able to continue praising you and I don't want that to be. O Lord, at night I am worn out with pain and it causes tears. Remove my burden Lord, so I may worship you for many more years. Even though my eyes have grown older and dim with grief. I will have no doubt - you will come to my rescue Lord, that is my belief. |
| inspired by Psalm 6 written 9/25/2000 |
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