Lord, when You were beaten, man sinned
When You were taunted, man sought pleasure
When man aches, to a mere pain pinned
Your Divine solace is such a treasure.
Please, I beseech you, my Lord
Grant my dear friend some respite
Send Your solace and grace, Your Word
To help her on her fight.
Shine Your Divine Countenance upon her
And give ease and peace
Help her to heal together
Our souls to You are released.
You comforted the sick, not paid
When they spat on You
Surely You can give her aid
For her belief in You is true.
So my Dear Lord I humbly pray
Help my fiend every day.
©2005 Dan Manning
