LORD, I ask, I beg, I plead,
Please answer me in this hour of need,
Relieve the pain I must endure,
Please do speed me with YOUR cures.
I need to leave this hospital bed,
I must return to the Life I’ve led,
To finish the task which to me YOU gave,
To write YOUR Praises till I need a grave.
I hope my Life will still be long,
To daily write YOUR Praise in Song,
Provided words YOU put in my Brain,
Daily, Hourly ~ Again and again.
My pen on my pad begins to flow,
I know that YOU do guide its course,
Whilst before all the words were slow,
YOU were not in control of my Poetry flow.
I know I need YOU to guide me,
My Faith in YOU will continuous be,
This health setback was in YOUR Plans,
The reason for which I’ll never understand.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] – 21/2/2008
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