Sick again, God...
This body feels weak — like a fallen leaf in the night wind.
I am afraid, God,
afraid of the silence waiting behind the fever.
I want to be healthy, God,
to feel the morning without pain,
to walk without the shadow of loneliness,
to laugh without hiding behind tears.
I don’t want to be sick again, God...
There is no one to care for me,
no hands to replace Your embrace.
It’s only me —
and You, who always know
how small I am, how thirsty my soul is for Your mercy.
Help me, God,
wash away this burning ache,
bathe me in the patience of Your light.
Make me healthy again, God —
not only in body,
but in the heart that often loses to sorrow.
