I am sick, tired, and exhausted but I can't go to sleep because I am so stressed.
Freaked out, I am. What why where guttural moans of agony pass my quivering lips.
Stop, God. Make everything go according to your plans. Make your plans in my favor, for I have no power of my own. I throw myself on you.
I know I run away or forget you more than I should, but you never forget me. Be with me now and give my soul peace. Don't let this demon torment me tonight.
Rest in him is promised. Give it me now.
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Oh, Robby.
ReplyDeleteIt's my attempt at a Psalm.
ReplyDeleteWell, I think the attempt worked. It reads like a Psalm. The first half of one, anyway.
ReplyDeleteI hope you ended up sleeping. And that everything somehow works out.
Good news! This is exactly how I feel 90% of the time.
ReplyDeleteIt's a good psalm.