Thursday, February 5, 2009

83, my speaking was not wrong

my speaking was not wrong
but underwent this particular attack
for 40 years

You had sent are a messenger
that person wrestled with him on the road
stumbled his feet

my tribulations accumulated too much
only wait for You promise
honour the value of my endurance

my spirit is tired of the original home
i had a serious illness
cry for Your treatment day and night

i can not refuse the cup
that is the myrrh You gave
good for me the grace of Your great love

"Doctor, help me!"
before my words are finished
my spirit united You will

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