I feel sick and lay in bed
Wishing I could remove my head
Since I can’t
I lay sick here in bed
Praying my mommy was here with me instead
I feel sick and want to sleep
All I do is count sheep
Since I can’t
I lay sick and want to sleep
Praying my soul You keep
I feel sick and I’m in pain
Only if I can turn off my brain
Since I can’t
I lay here sick and in pain
Wishing I lived in a castle in Spain
Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord.
James 5:14
James 5:14
3 comments:
Is there anything you cannot write a poem about? You have found your element.
I hate it whenever we are sick. We feel terrible, wishing we could do somthing and magically we would feel better.
And Mommy wishes she can be with you too.when your sick so I can make you soup!cause that's what Mommy Do!!
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