PSALMS 121:1-I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS FROM WHENCE COMETH MY HELP.
Shear frustration, agony and pain,
Just when you think the sun will shine,
Here comes the rain
I sit and think, what do I do
And then I think some more,
And all at once, going on my knees,
I drop and hit the floor.
I look up and there you are,
in control and so very strong,
It makes me wonder why coming to you,
Has taken me so long.
But I am here now, and feel the peace,
That your presence brings.
It is like the voice of a babbling brook or
Birds that sing in spring.
I see you reach, and I reach too,
And you gently touch my hand.
And then it is that I receive the truth
That you brought to man.