The Music of Sickness

A sick woman,

Her voice was strained.

Yet to the hearts of man,

A grateful thought remained.

The lyrics question

We are ready to meet Him?

Yet through this music session,

The love does not wear thin.

The love of a faithful mother,

The hope of a young child

With the faithof her proud father,

Grow a fresh spirit, meek and mild.

We fall, trip

Soar beyond our physical limits

Praying not to miss, slip

Caught in the plea to not crush our ego to bits.