Yahweh, You are my Father who
saves me; today, tonight, tomorrow
I cry out to You.
Please let my prayer come before
You; turn Your ear to my cry for
I am overwhelmed with pain,
seizing my troubled heart.
My life is drifting on a deathly stall,
counting among those known to go
down depression’s gaping black pit.
I am without strength, set apart with
the dead, the slain who lie in the
grave never to cross Your mind
again, empty Your care.
Here, I sit inside a sorrowed pit,
Your anger pulses heavy upon me,
around me the waves crash
overhead, saltier than the last.
My closest friends You took
distances away from my touch,
only inked voice remains now.
I am repulsive to them, crying pleads
for a hug, my hand held, days where
laughter floods my lips guarding
gated mouth. They’re lives are
moving along with thanksgiving,
Your birthday, and I am still crying.
I am confined to this nighted room,
unable to escape with these crippled
legs tending my thoughts. My eyes
sunk by grief.
I call, each day, Father, Father!
spreading my empty hands before
Do Your wonders alight the eyes
gone dim with death?
Do their spirits rise and shine,
praising Your name out of sleep
with endless sheep overhead?
Is Your declared beneath a
gravestone, Your faithfulness in
a family’s destruction?
Are Your wonders only known
in greedy, starving lands of
darkness? Or righteous deeds
But, I cry to You, my only Friend,
for help. In the morning my prayer
comes before you.
Why do You cast me away, turning
Your face from me?
When I was born, I was close to
death, wrapped around my mother’s
umbilical cord. I have borne Your
terrors, letting despair become my
companion as I watch my family
unravel further, run quickly away
whenever You ask to embrace them.
I am swept in this currency, I have
nothing left, but You alone.
All day long, I am surrounded by a
flood, threatening to spill over all I
love. I am overcome, drowning
without a voice to scream.
No smile from stranger or friend
welcome a hand to hold-
darkness my only comfidant.