The Low Place

​Dear God, I do not want to contend.
I am so tired.  So sad.
Forgive me for my risings.
I am struck by my weakness,
Amazed by how close I've come to losing you.
I am lost in this world, and without your love within me...
Please forgive me, Father.  Please forgive me.
And dear God, please make me an instrument of your redemption.
I do not want others to suffer.