A sister felt she was sinking & asked for prayer

Oh God thank you
4 my sister.
She feels like poo-
in a blister.
Sad, & sorry,
& not much good,
{know the story,
& how "he" stood
with us in this
un-kind of plight;
he's our presen(ts/ce),
he is our light}
Our lives R built
on sinking sand,
but his life spilt
is our command
and beckon still
to walk where he
has walked, & will
he set us free?
Please help my sis
in darkness now,
to be remiss
with this world's sounds,
& forget to
remember well
her worth as viewed
from this world's hell.
Amen, amen.
Small Paul, a friend...