In my Bed

In my weakest hour, when my heart faints and my soul fading
When no more warmth of the day's hand to me may bring
And my only breath, in pain I'm howling, screaming
And in this bed, in pain, in sickness, I'm lying

My head I turn, trees with birds churning,
No longer old I am, nor child, nor dancing, nor running
Not any strength to even lift my body, excruciating,
In this bed, in pain, in sickness, I'm lying

To You I want to run, dear Mother, ever so loving
So pure of Your love, Your sacred, Your caressing
Your light in this day where darkness to me, prevailing
My weak soul and temple, to You, I'm praying

Dear Mother, health of all the sick, most sacred Mother of all
May Your touch be of grace to this body in weakness, I'm praying
Light in this darkest hour, hope of my soul
I lay in this bed, no more pain, nor sicknes, I'm living

will we ever meet?

will our worlds ever break the barriers? when everybody else is just as stationary as a stone?

i want to be with you....