Health

 

My Father God, You would not fret o’er health,

And so, my Dearest, why should I, at all?

You heal me with Your love, Your peace, Your stealth,

So quietly do You move.  You hear my call.

I drop the worries, here and now, I do.

My peace of mind is worth far more, foresooth!

N’er do I find You failing me, n’er rue

Your Name, n’er, n’er give Ye forgetful boot!

I keep You close in heart alway’ with love.

That solves all problems, worries, too, my God.

Your wrap me up with peace alway’, like dove.

To give less love to You is just to rob.

Thanks be to You for calmer mind right now.

You do o’ershadow mood so low and dour.

 

1/18/2019

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