In anticipation for a miracle
I have prayed to Jehovah
For his blessings,Graces to be rained
On me yet no respite
Mine soul is weak,Mine Spirit gives way,Mine body and bones becomes feeble everyday
Tears,misery,Anguish are just like kinsmen to me,they seem taunting me on every effort I make.It seems my sins are a repreaoch,but yet remember the blood ur son Jesus christ,shed on Calvary tree,May ur Gracious Mercies find me
Help my ailing soul for Anguish,death, sorrow beckons on me,less I become a byword and an bad example to my generation