Tiny

Tiny is bad sick..

It all happened so quick

I thought I would die

Tears flowing from my eye

I prayed for her healing

Fitful, horrible dealing

To sit and wait for news

And to have no clues

To whether she was dying

Then in the mist of my crying

I heard that she was not dying, but better!

Oh! how my mouth began to fill with joyful chatter

To know she was under recovery

No more fitful worry

Tiny's still weak, but soon healed

I thank God for this wonderful deal

Of recovery that I hope will stick

Cuz Tiny was sick...