My Psalm

Father, my voice cries out from despair of the unknown;
my spirit trembles at the crossroads.
Words of man give no comfort to my soul,
for they are drowned out by the dissonance of my mind.
On humble knees now drops your servant,
broken and helpless;
quiet this troubled spirit,
Oh Lord; quell mine aching soul!
Grant unto me Your wisdom,
to know what it is You will;
show me, oh God!
Guide these aching feet along Your path,
for they are weary from travels unknown.
Help me, Father, for I have fallen into such despair that I dare not rise again,
lest the winds of this world sweep away my soul.
Art You not Lord and Master over all creation?
The Beginning and the End of all things?
To Thee doth my voice cry out!
For You are the Living God,
the Great I AM,
and Master of my trembling heart.
Help me, Father, to trust in You and to lean not unto my own understanding,
for this mind of flesh and bloodied heart cannot bear the weight of this burden –
hold me in Thine Everlasting Arms!
Help me to stay diligent in Thy Word,
to wait upon Your Will,
that You may raise me up, to mount up
with wings as eagles,
to let me soar above
the winds of this world.
Just as You preserved Abraham and Moses,
and all of your people,
preserve me, oh Lord;
help me to never lose sight of You!
For You art my God,
my Shield and Defender,
and I Your lowly servant;
to You I offer up my praise,
and give to You
my life.