I am in turmoil;
And my flesh knows not why the soul within writhes.
I have learned, and thought
And understood why.
My prayer-lips have been silent,
my scripture-eyes closed.
My stomach cries for food
the way my soul desires You.
I cannot sit idly by
While my companions wander away.
Doomed to die, destined to lie
On the threshold of death,
The silvering day.
So i pray.
Lord give us strength; give us guidance, and grace;
Give us love, perception, wisdom and faith;
Help us to see your light and follow it out of the dark
Let us not drown in blackness or let the shadows win;
Fill us with courage; give us your heart
Let love purge the hysteria within.