𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

 

O Lord above, whose mercy knows no end,
I bow my heart, a broken soul I send.
My love lies weak, in pain she draws her breath,
Each moment flirts too near the edge of death.

Two weeks away—I leave her in Your care,
My soul remains beside her in my prayer.
Though distance parts our hands, not heart nor will,
Let angels guard her bedside, calm and still.

If tears must fall, let them be tears of grace,
And not the grief that time cannot erase.
Her every breath I’d take if that could be,
But now, dear Lord, she must rely on Thee.

I love her more than all this world can hold,
My voice may cease, but love shall still be told.
Until I see her face and hold her near,
O keep her safe, my Lord, and draw her dear.

(A tawpkhâwkah meuh chuan, Pathian bak ṭahawh tur, innghahna leh beisei tur tu dang mah an awm lo tih a lo lang leh ṭhin)