My Depression
My bones are weary with my age Lord
My mind speaks bitterness to my Soul
Lord do You despise my skin and my bones
Each night I search for the sins I committed
Lord am I wicked though my eyes see it not
My Lord I know that I am but clay and dust
At Your will Lord I know I will soon return to it
Youth You gave me yet I did not value or respect it
You granted me life Lord and many a pretty days
Yet I seemed to seldom live in the Light given to me
Woe be unto me Lord if I am counted among the wicked
I am not worth Lord to have ever come out of the womb
Lord there is no joy in living if You turn Your Face from me
I have lived in a land of darkness made by my own hands
Show me Your mercy and wisdom, bring me to Your Light
Lord I have lived as a fool walking in my own darkness
Understanding and wisdom, Lord I have only a little
I stand as one mocked by both family and by the world
My Soul and my breath is always held in Your hands Lord
Darkness has been my depression as I now seek Your Light