the ocean

Lord come quick and rescue me!
my heart hangs in the ocean-
almost out of reach.

the evil seeks to take my life
and bring it down to the bottom of the ocean.

they run about making plans and scheming my ruin.
i can see them concocting their next move.
they get their ideas from the master of the abyss in the ocean.

in the middle of the ocean, where no one is there to hear me.
it is a salty pit.
a torture chamber of damp, gray thoughts.

Lord, where are you?
when will you rescue me?
how long will you keep me in the ocean?

what do i need to do, to get your peace again?
will you show me?
i admit i try to do things in my own strength... and i have to give that up.
rescue me again, Lord, i am here for your glory.

there is no one else who can save me from this evil.
no one can purify my mind, or implant sweet songs of joy in my heart,
like you do.

when i am in the pit... where can i go- that you will not be also?
for even in the pit, you are here.

you are here!
you are here!
my God, you have come again to renew my strength!
i will again sing praise to you!

MICAH 7:7-8
AS FOR ME, I LOOK TO THE LORD FOR HELP.  I WAIT CONFIDENTLY FOR GOD TO SAVE ME, AND MY GOD WILL CERTAINLY HEAR ME.  DO NOT GLOAT OVER ME, MY ENEMIES!
FOR THOUGH I FALL, I WILL RISE AGAIN.  THOUGH I SIT IN DARKNESS, THE LORD WILL BE MY LIGHT.