Poetry

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I am weak and, O so tired.
My strength is less than feeble.
For Your Mercy I desire,
   my life is facing evil.

It's to You, I cast my life,
   as one who casts a lot.
Be so pleased in this sacrifice.
You are all I've got.

Have Your way with this soul,
   along with its failing flesh.
I know You can make me whole,
   my need will be addressed.

Whatever You please, I'll esteem.
All Your judgments are good.
Though my state is very mean,
   Your Will will be my food.

Whatever You do, You won't ignore me.
I pray in the Name of Jesus.
Just like Him, I seek Your glory.
It's in Him you keep us.

Have Your way. You're my Trust,
   You're my Rest and Peace.
All my treasure will not rust,
   as Your Truth will never cease.

© 1-19-2011

Note: Meant as a prayer of empathy, attempting to imagine the experience of a Christian sister who is deathly ill.

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