i wish all fields were paper

Miserere my Maker o have mercie on me wretchstrangelye distressedcast downe with sinne oppressedmightelye vext to the souls bitter anguisheeven to death I languishe,yet let it please thee to earemy ceaseless cryingemiserere, I am dyinge.anonymous- thank you Antonia ( http://oneinten.blogspot.com/)