So

Worries in head make a flood
Hope in heart is totally dead
Happenings chill my blood
Fully is upset my sad  head

I must continue somehow living
I must help all by kindly giving
Pray to the Lord by believing
Will end God my bereaving?

Constant worries are arriving
A sinister mood, I am deriving
Using God-faith, I am thriving
Using me, sorrow is thriving

Let the torture continue
It is to me never new
I am made to sadly rue
Who will kindly rescue?

mvvenkataraman