dairy of a dying man day 1

There is no cure for this illness I have endured
Even all the love that is pure
Can no longer be my cure
For this I know and nothing more
This burning of my soul, this fear I can’t let go
If there is such a god in the heavens above
Let him come down and save me from my sins
Aren’t we made from clay in his hands?
I’m just a dying man
I know this and nothing more
God, can you hear me now?
As I lay abow
I try to hear his voice
But by choice there sounded no noise
I have sinned and sinned again
I am weak and ill in my brain
But only his loving grace has kept me sane
Ah!! These years that turn to tears
But all that is near is the fear of my dying days
Let this prayer, save my old soul before I go
I am truly sorry for the crimes that I have committed
There is no amount of words I could use
Describe my emotion at this time
I know this and nothing more.