Written as an exercise in Psalm composition in my second semester at Wycliffe College.
Lord do you hear my prayer?
Are ears of stone still my god?
Every day I sink further down,
My countenance is like a man beaten with stones.
I am someone heavy burdened,
Will it always be this way?
Is your love enough to deliver me?
I am so consumed I can barely lift my eyes to you.
Yet you are the lifter of my head, my refuge and truest love,
and I will hope in you alone.
For to hope in you is sweet water,
like rain in the desert places is the comfort of God.
Theology on the Square 