Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Atrophy #439

Atrophy

I long to come, my friend,
but my spirit, now, is weak
and I'd follow to the end,
but I'm weary and too meek
for the burden of the journey
is much greater than the cause
and I'd rather You just cure me
of my failings and my flaws
than for me to move on forward
even one step to get there
in the reading of Your Word
or the fullness of a prayer.