Yesterday, pain was another man's trouble
Some object of my sympathy
The reason to hold a hand and brush a sweaty brow.
Yesterday, the prayers were all mine
I could be the strong one and offer all my love.

Today, I am the weak one who cannot stand
With pain blinding my eyes and prayers
And it is your hand soothing me and wiping tears.
Now I do not offer sympathy
And all my loving words are gone away.

If only it were yesterday
That I might smile, laugh, and lift my prayers
That joy might light my face from time to time
I want to serve again, not sit here, weak.
But yesterday has passed.