Excerpts of a Distressed Prayer – 2011
My soul is grieved within me.
Where is my hope, my joy, my peace?
For all I see is vanity. All I do is vanity.
What do I long for, more than the peace
of God that passeth understanding?
Even the wicked cry to God at times.
So why not I, why can’t I cry?
I am His child.
Where must I run?
What should I do?
What hope do I have for the hope that is true?
My heart is burdened,
my spirit even vexed.
Do I have a right to be troubled and upset?
It seems I need a word from You.
It seems I need a visit from You.
For all I want is just to please You.
I really do.