LORD God,
God over my mind
Designer of my imagination
Not a thought occurs to me
With You knowing
Not an inkling
Goes by without You seeing.
Yet anxiety drips all over my soul
Like acid rain
Souring my sleep
And denigrating my waking hours.
My thoughts have plunged me deep
Into places so dark
They have ceased to scare me.
I am too tired to try
Too worn out to snap out of this
To wake from this drudgery
To rise from this pit-
Will I ever smile in the sun again?
Will these voices ever stop?
Only You, O LORD, know.
Today grant me even just one moment of gladness
Just one morsel of truth
My mind can grasp,
For I fear that I may come to like it here
Where darkness is my closest friend.