Mother of Our Creator, do not forget me
When sudden sickness comes upon me;
Pray that the Master will lead me out of
This medical maze of woeful weariness.
Kindly and gently open my clenched fists
Which constantly seek complete control;
Help me to serenely surrender to the
Savior and wholeheartedly trust in Him.
I thirst for living water, and you bountifully
Bring me to the fountain of grace;
My heart leaps as it sees the falling water
Glistening like strings of liquid diamonds.
Help me to prepare daily for death, the
Bitter bridge leading to everlasting love;
Guide me towards the Messiah’s golden
Light, that I may always choose life.