Let my plight pass but fleetingly through Your mind,
And I will be healed.
In Your love, my Lord,
Your thoughts for me outnumber the grains of sand on the beach
And I trust I will be healed.
My physical pain is temporary,
Healed and long forgotten in a blink of Your kind eye.
I beg you, God, but blink!
And Lord, as I wait for Your eye to open,
Turn Your attention to the needs of my heart,
And for them blink again.
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