Sickness Sickness Leave Me Be
For there is none invited thee
Afflict didst thou upon my bod
Thou uninvited wrecking plod
For aches and pains have come my state
For thou hast brought quite near this date
No rest no sleep and dreaded fate
ill-fought disease and virus mate
But I’ll forbear and pass this test
Till fight within thou must resist
And tread this path that thou hast trod
Malignant bad and ailing fraud
And trust shall I on Him Divine
To render back that which was mine
Of health and peace goodwill t’ward men
Till I shall reach expected end
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