As The Wind Blows

As the wind blows through the trees,
I watch the world go by.
In weakness my chest heaves,
While in sickness I watch and sigh.

Lord, when will my turn come,
To either get well or go home?
For all born below succumb,
To death’s cruel glaring gloam.

The Grim Reaper who claws and scratches;
And is always sniffing at our door,
No matter how secure our latches,
Eventually a way through does bore.

While I do fear this monster,
In another sense I do not.
Yet though my names’ on Heaven’s roster,
Death still must not be sought.

My desire is to live,
But also to go home to Heaven;
Oh Lord, what I wouldn’t give,
To be free of this world’s leaven.

However, the grave we must despise,
So we need to be patient.
Lord, until the day of my demise,
Let my prayer for healing not be latent.

Father, please increase my strength,
And please give my body healing.
Though my life’s safe in Heaven’s bank,
Still before Your throne I come a’kneeling.

To you I make my request,
Please give me a long, lush life.
Lord, it is only at Your behest,
That I can be delivered from this strife.

Please grant me many decades,
Of vigorous, healthy living.
It is Your good will which forbades,
Me from receiving this almsgiving.

But let Your will be done,
And not mine or any other’s.
For in You I’ve already won,
A joy that all my sorrow smothers.

For Jesus Christ is risen;
He stayed not in the tomb.
In Him none shall be riven,
From You Who all darkness did consume.

You are good, loving and just;
Yahweh, bless Your holy Name.
In You forever will I trust;
Thank You for taking all my blame.