A Freeing Spiritually

Wind-shot and sore,
Drying, Cracking, Peeling!
The cold wind on back,
Takes away my feeling,
Hands no longer grip,
feet no longer step,
Stuck,
Stuck in the cold dead,
No warmth about me,
But the Son shines,
I call to Him,
I beg of Him,
Lord, comfort me!
Take away thy wall,
lest I shall fall,
and never,
no, never...
Arise...