Oh Lord how, it pains me still Father God, will I continue to feel Heartache  and grief, up and until The day that I die, for real? When my physical self, is eternally stilled And my spirit seeks to climb, Your Holy hill Where they say no more tears, are spilled Nor sickness, sorrow and the manifestation of ills That have made the beloveds, soul reel The strongest man or woman bow down and keel O…