o why me?, why this?, why now? delves and swells
the lion prowls at achilles heels
'tis when Lord enters and heals
but i can't see
stuck in this stormy sea
evil lurks and tantalizes
a way out she fantasizes
should i scream and shout
should i speak of love
let my feelings out
a shouting bout
has no clout
he scares me so
i love him so
swallowed in wave of self-pity tears
mingled with fears
of living rest of best years
moving in defensive gears
faith lost, lacking lustre gloss
faith in each other to regain instead of toss
'tis i of wavering faith
bringing upon self a slow death
soothe me with Your balm
words of 32:8 psalm
teach me the way to go
get me out of darkness and in your light glow
refresh my faith, a humble plea
revive isaiah 46:9 in me
that You are God, and there is none like Thee
psalm 143:1
hear my prayer, o Lord, give ear to my supplications:
in Thy faithfulness answer me,
and in Thy righteousness
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