FIBROMYALGIA
April 9, 2009
Today, my get up and go has went.
I feel that my strength is truly spent;
Pain that hangs on from morn 'til night;
Keeping me in a constant fight.
Friends and loved ones can't always see;
What this condition does to me.
Words can't explain this awful pain,
This weakness, this fog, in my brain.
Fibromyalgia is the cause
That grabs me with it's evil claws;
Twists my joints and strains my muscles;
Fogs my brain with inner tussles.
Too weak to fight....Whom can I go;
To give me strength and take my woe;
to give me peace, and calm my fears;
Ease my pain and dry my tears?
Who is this one, who'll care for me;
Console my heart, and set me free;
Take my darkness and never shun?
He's Jesus Christ, God's only son.
By Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
Today, my get up and go has went.
I feel that my strength is truly spent;
Pain that hangs on from morn 'til night;
Keeping me in a constant fight.
Friends and loved ones can't always see;
What this condition does to me.
Words can't explain this awful pain,
This weakness, this fog, in my brain.
Fibromyalgia is the cause
That grabs me with it's evil claws;
Twists my joints and strains my muscles;
Fogs my brain with inner tussles.
Too weak to fight....Whom can I go;
To give me strength and take my woe;
to give me peace, and calm my fears;
Ease my pain and dry my tears?
Who is this one, who'll care for me;
Console my heart, and set me free;
Take my darkness and never shun?
He's Jesus Christ, God's only son.
By Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
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