Heal Me O Lord Poem by Dann Thomas

When the worry and pain is too much to bear,
And sickness and doubt draws its many creases.
When I seek God, but find Him nowhere
And the fear of death ever increases.

Then help me realize my illness brings me back to God,
And joy is much more when I realise failure is as mortal
As hurt and sadness? Healing stripes from the Master's rod.
To mend our self from what is unjust and immoral.

When I am full of myself, when I think of me over my neighbour,
When arrogance overwhelms, and all reason is defeat.
When the haze of happiness makes me forget my Creator.
Then, dear Lord, heal me of myself and my conceit.

And when everything within me is broken and worn
And I am way past hope or mending,
Then O Lord give me the strength to again return
And pray for those who still need your healing.
Amen