See me here, O God.
Aching with true pain, my heart in darkness, my whole being clenched with this sorrow.
Is this not a mortal wound?
How long, O Lord? How long will I walk this road of grief?
When will You come?
Have mercy, O King, on Your servant, for I am weak and broken and have no power to stand.
My will is feeble and even my body has grown weary.
How is it, O Saviour, that You come not to destroy all evil, to rescue us from death and shadows?
Why must weeping overtake me, with no consolation? You are my hope, my Rescuer, yet I see no relief for my fractured soul.
Come near, O Father, and lift my head. Oh, that You would cradle me like a child, my shield from distress.
Yet I know You, Brother — You walk a path with me. Speak Your words to my heart; etch Your likeness into me.
How is it, O Companion, that You who rule all creation are with me?
How, that you are my breath, my heartbeat, my blood?
Even now, O Comforter, You remain. You, Spirit of God, will not depart from me.
You have made a home in me — o mystery!
Now make my home in You.
Though the world without be storms and fearsome memories, and my heart within me deeply rended, yet deeper still and ubiquitously, infinitely, You, O Life, have won the victory.
The heavens know it already and declare it while we are in shadow. You send a hint of it on the wind.
My God, I will wait all my days to see You.