To Thee Doth My Voice Cry Out

Father, my voice cries out

from despair of the unknown;

my spirit doth tremble

at the crossroads.

Words of man give no

comfort to my soul, for

they are drowned out by

the dissonance

of my mind.

On humble knees now drops

Thy servant,

broken and helpless;

quiet this troubled spirit,

Oh Lord; quell mine

aching soul!

Grant unto me Thy wisdom,

to know what it is Thou will;

show me, oh God!

Guide these aching feet

along Thy path,

 for they are weary from

travels unknown.

Help me, Father, for I

have fallen into such

despair that I dare

not rise again,

lest the winds of this

world sweep away

my soul.

Art Thou not Lord

and Master over all

creation? The Beginning

and the End of all things?

To Thee doth my voice cry out!

For Thou art the

Living God, the

Great I AM, and

Master of my

trembling heart.

Help me, Father, to trust

in Thee and to lean not

unto my own understanding,

for this mind of flesh and

bloodied heart cannot

bear the weight of this burden –

hold me in Thine

Everlasting Arms!

Help me to stay diligent in

Thy Word, to wait upon

Thy Will, that Thou mayest

raise me up, to mount up

with wings as eagles,

to let me soar above

the winds of this world.

Just as Thou preserved

Abraham and Moses,

and all of Thy people,

preserve me, oh Lord;

help me to never

lose sight of Thee!

For Thou art my God,

my Shield and Defender,

and I Thy lowly servant;

 to Thee I offer up

my praise, and

give to Thee

my life.