O Brother who leads me through darkest paths
Take the pain inflicted upon me
By disease, by wounds, by weariness
Close my eyes so that I may see thee
Whether to die or to heal
My King and God who cures all ills
I lay in bed dying slowly
My soul is racked, is scarred, is tired
Please help this one who is lowly
Whether to die or to heal
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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