Pleading
Dear Lord, How long? How long?
Do you want to keep this queen with us?
Lord lends your ears to our cry.
We are not worthy to come before you;
Nor we are eligible to ask you.
But as your servant
We are pleading you,
No more we can bear her.
Why don’t you delete her?
If it is not, make her more
Soothing, pleasant, comforting.
Day and night we are at the mercy of you
Life has become irritating, annoying
Bothersome. Every step we make is risk.
It is like cancer she is spreading her breath in to our
nerves.
We are not able to move.
Things are dampened, wet and humidified.
Our finger of hand and toes are paralyzed.
Our cheeks are frozen
Eyes are weak.
Send us fire
Send us Holy Spirit
To worm up this
princes’ of winter
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