Happy is he who does not know
The depth of despair of one so low
That they truly understand what it means to be
Heartsick from all life’s misery.
When the domineering hand of evil unfurls
And around those you love the most is curled
And you’re helpless and hopeless and know not what to do
The word “heartsick” will have meaning for you.
I know there’s a cure for being sick at heart
And unceasing prayer will give me a start;
I must be patient while I’m prayerful and kind
And banish all vengeance that comes to mind
Until peace shall come, so my heart will not die,
Of this painful distress and the wondering, “Why?”
But I need the help of others that care;
I need many others to join me in prayer.
So please pray for me but don’t ask that I win
Ask only that God protect me from sin,
And pray that my trials will be solved in the way
That our Father in heaven is planning today.
(Thank you to all who will pray for my distress.)