Dear

 

Dear Lord, this burden feels too much,

The sickness comes, a constant touch.
In my eye, in my nose, in my throat,
Each time it comes, my heart does float.

Now it's this thing, I beg of Thee,
Please, no more pain, set my soul free.
To make such things, it's not so light,
And I've collected with all my might.

I hope, dear Lord, that You can see,
All the love and care that’s poured from me.
Please don't take what I have tried,
Let these resources stay by my side.

With every plea, I turn to You,
Trusting Your mercy to carry me through.
In Your grace, I seek my peace,
Let this suffering, Lord, cease.