Painful Accommodations

Wiffled by pain inside myself. Stuck by pricks of undefiend health.
Traveling in labor of no apparent kind, sharp knives stick, point, and grind at my insides.
Wallowing in ballows of pain, lights going out on a clear day. Spots appear and my eye sight fades as I grope for the bed and some relief of any kind.
Pain pills won't do it, heating pads can't help, I'm grumbled into a gigantic painful mess.
God, I cry in my desperation, please save me from my hour of these painful accommodations.
So I wait on the Lord, as He is my strength and slowing I regain sight and speech. My mind clears of painful thoughts, my body frees of painful pricks.
I know the Lord has been merciful to me once again. I know the Lord has saved me from myself, my pain, my mess. Thank you Jesus!