A psalm of pain

My heart weeps with sorrow God,
my tears burn my face.
For you have left me to wander,
alone in a barren land.
The stones rise up to bruise,
the sun scorches my head.
My tongue is thick with thirst,
and my body knows only pain.

I am lost, Lord.
I wander in fear.
My enemies are plentiful,
they scheme and destroy.
They strike at me from the shadows,
and vanish with the light.

Protect me, Father!
Draw your sword,
and strike down the hateful.
Make your war cry,
from the mountain.
And cause the Enemy,
to flee in fear.

Lift me from the dust, Mother.
Dry my tears,
upon your mantle.
Hold me safe,
within your loving embrace.
Comfort my fear,
Sooth my pain and suffering.

For you are all I have, my God.
You, and you alone.
Walk with me,
guide and protect me.
You are the Great and Merciful One.
I will sing your hymns,
on the battlefield.

I will face the charge,
without fear.
For you are with me.

This was among the most cathartic piece of writing I have ever done. I understand why the psalmists did what they did. Alleluia, Lord. Thank you.