I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. I pour out my complaint before him; before him I tell my trouble. When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.It gets to me. On one hand, work. On the other, past wounds re-opened.
Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life. I cry to you, O Lord; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living." Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me. Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.Psalm 142
I stand alone. God, so near, yet so far.
Before me, nothing but darkness. Grasping for light, gasping for breath.
The joy of the Lord be my strength, for I am weak. Amen.