Father, Father, hear my cry
I am in the darkness
I am in pain…
My heart cries for your comfort
And your unending mercy
I am wounded
My head is pierced
I am covered with blood
My friends betray me
The sickle of Death is at my throat
Father, please save me
Save me from this dark place I am in
Sorrow overtakes me
Anxiety pins me down
Hopelessness stares at me with its haunting eyes.
I am wounded
My heart is broken
My soul and spirit bleeds out
My iniquities have grieved me greatly
Great is my sin, a ghost that haunts me.
Father, why am I still alive?
What is my purpose?
Why do you torment me?
Where am I in your plan that you knew since the beginning?
What is my role? The one you’ve laid out before the foundations of the Earth?
What is my identity oh Lord?
The Majesty of the utmost High.
The one true God who is Holy
Whose Word is truth.
Whose nature is pure love.
I am lost, alone, hurt, afraid, and a great depression has fallen over me.
Yet in my darkest hour, you seized Death’s weapon.
You showed me friendship
You wiped the crimson memories and blessed me
The wound is closed
You have saved me oh God.
In my broken-heartedness you were with me this whole time
Your never-ending tenderness, love and mercy was poured out in my cup
Great was my sin, but greater was your forgiveness
Which restored my soul and spirit
The ghosts of my past are nothing compared to you oh heavenly Father.
You love me Heavenly Father
The one true God
All I need to do is look upon your Son
Who died for my many sins
Who you gave to the world, so that many maybe saved
Father, continue teaching me the ways!
Continue teaching me your holy word
To know what true love is
To know what is pleasing in your sight
Comfort me with your rod and staff.
Though I walk through the darkest of valleys
Though I am anxious about the future
I will fear no evil for you are with me always
From now, until the end of the age
As it is written in your word
Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills.