Cry For Help

O Lord, my God, I call for help by day
I cry out in the night before thee
Let my prayer come before thee
Incline thy ear to my cry!

For my soul is full of troubles
And my life draws near to Sheol
I am reckoned among those who go down to the pit;
I am a man who has no strength
Like one forsaken among the dead
Like the slain that lie in the grave
Like those whom thou dost remember no more
For they are cut off from thy hand

Thou hast put me in the depths of the Pit
In the regions dark and deep
Thy wrath lies heavy upon me
And thou dost overwhelm me with all thy waves

Thou hast caused my companion to shun me;
Thou has made me a thing of horror to them

I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
My eye grows dim through sorrow
Every day I call upon thee, O Lord
I spread out my hands to thee

Dost thou work wonders for the dead?
Do the shades rise up to praise thee?
Is the steadfast love declared in the grave
Or thy faithfulness in Abaddon?
Are thy wonders known in the darkness
Or thy saving help in the land of forgetfulness?

But I, O Lord, cry to thee;
In the morning my prayer comes before thee
O Lord, why dost thou cast me off?
Why dost thou hide thy face from me?
Afflicted and close to death from my youth up,
I suffer thy terrors;
I am helpless
Thy wrath has swept over me;
Thy dread assaults destroy me
They surround me like a flood all day long
They close in upon me together
Thou hast caused lover and friend to shun me
My companions are in darkness

Psalm 88

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Night

She felt all alone
She screamed from the pain
They came to restrain her
It was not necessary

I listened to her story
Her nightmares revealed it all
So I told her that I loved her
To believe that God is with her
And face that demon with no fear

Such a child so bright
Her smile made the Devil flee in fright
Her nightmare
Is no longer

Love is the answer
Not pain

Hidden Truth

Now I have said it
I opened my mouth
Told them I did
I was ordained in secret

Never told anyone
Never made any vows
Never promised anything
But to wander the earth
Looking for the long lost sheep

I am a nomadic priest for the West
Affirmed and blessed
By a former Archbishop of the East
Who in a vision and a dream
He gave me his ring

For I found the long lost flock
Despite every evil set against me
Defeating it with every breath of His Word
Only Jesus saves
Saved me He did

Amen

Edit to add: And all this means nothing to them

Burning

My Heart is not warm anymore
It burns hotter than Hell
Burns the agony
Burns the pain
Burns the hate
The Devil never had power over Us

That Holy Fire
Refined Us into Love
So, I forgive you
And I am moving on

Amen

Peace in Christ,

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