Love Notes #05 : Weak

My flesh is weak. I can feel the surge of heat burning from my head to my toes

All I can see is a blurry vision of things around me. My eyes are better of closed.

I can barely move. I feel a heavy weight on my chest, that locks me into place.

I feel the swelling, the flush of pain through my veins.

I am silenced by these thorns on my throat, that leave me with a hard-breathed sigh. 

I am weak, Lord I am weak. 

But you are my strength. You are my healer. You are my savior.

You are renewing my body, you are reviving me, you are doing a work in me.

Carry me in your arms, as I fall asleep in this bed of sickness, for there is no sweeter place to be.