Prayer of
a Sick Man
L
ord, I’ve been bedridden for so
long that I could hardly remember
the time I’ve been well enough to
take a simple walk out of my
garden. I’ve been suffering night and day
and the pangs of pain seem to get stronger
with the passing of each day. I am losing
hope of ever getting any better, of being well
again.
And my pain only doubles up whenever I see
the suffering of my own family. I know how
much they miss the person I used to be. I
know the troubles they go through to put up
happy faces infront of me while hiding away
their own pain. They don’t want me to worry
so they say that everything’s fine. But I know
that things are not so fine anymore. Surely
by now the house is already mortgaged and
the kids are working triple time just so they
can pay the loan. Surely by now prospects of
a new business project is dim and my wife is
pulling herself two ways – attending to me
and worrying about our financial distress. I
should be the man of the house.
I should be the one taking care of my family.
But here am I lying in bed, waiting for my hour
when I shall shatter their hearts again just so I
can escape from pain. Forgive me God for my
waning courage. Forgive me for giving up
hope at the time it is needed most.
I come before you almighty Healer. If my time
has truly come, let it be so. But I will not give
up without a fight. I trust in your goodness and
unfailing love. I trust that the miracles you did
you still do today and if only you will will it, you
can heal me. You can save me and my loved
ones from these dark days that have sapped
all our laughter and our hope. Touch me O
God with your healing power, forgive me of my
sins and let me arise from this bed, whole and
willing to serve you strongly once again!
Amen.