Yah My Life

In the depths of my affliction, I cry out to Thee, Yah, my life, my body beset by infirmity. My frame is frail, my bones shattered like glass, My hopes extinguished, like embers reduced to ash. My body's ablaze, a pyre of pain and distress, My blood seethes with fervor, a cauldron of unrest. I beseech Thee, Yah, to revitalize my mortal coil, To imbue me with vigor, and make my heart whole. Though my spirit remains unbroken, my flesh is weak, A fragile vessel, battered by life's turbulent shriek. Oh, Yah, hear my supplication, and wipe away my tears, Purify my transgressions, and calm my doubts and fears. In this darkest hour, I implore Thee, do not turn away, Hear my plea, Yah, and illuminate my path, come what may. For in Thy presence, I find solace, a refuge from life's storm, A sanctuary of peace, where my weary soul can form.