Why does he not come to your rescue when you need him most? I have been dreading being awake at this hour for a good few days now.
Last week, I fell ill. Fevers were so mean to me and did not let me move. The cold gladly bit me from head to toe. The night was long and deep. It called for him, called for him to peace.
Thank God, he heals.
Sleep, come rescue me.