Brett's Prayer #2 Poem by Brett White

I have been wounded to the depths
Of my soul. My love for others has
Been the source of inexpressible hurt,
So on God I shall call in travail.
Nobody knows the extent of my pain,
But God Above on whom I rely.
If not for His healing graces and
Gentle mercies: I would be dead
In my sins. When I am weak and
Wounded, I call upon the Lord for help
And mercy. The Lord is my Salvation
In my darkest hour. God sustains me
When I can barely stand; Yea, He lifteth
Me up when I am low. My rock of comfort,
The Lord provideth shelter; under
His bough is shade in the noonday heat.
His mercies are ever-flowing
From Everlasting; He wipeth my tears
And answers my prayers.
I put all of my faith in You, O Lord;
Thou art my sole comfort in my times
Of need. Praise be the name of God forever,
His glory endureth from beginning to end.

Amen