From the depths of despair, O Lord,
I call for your help.
Hear my cry, O Lord.
Pay attention to my prayer…
I am counting on the Lord;
yes, I am counting on him.
I have put my hope in his word.
The inner journey I am on grows steep sometimes.
And my “legs” and “lungs” wear.out.
The climb burns within me
The goal of getting “there” seems absolutely impossible.
To climb over another mountainous character defect seems a virtual “no go.”
We are getting near to Jerusalem
it’s nearly Passover
we are again to remember that YOU were the one who delivered our spiritual forefathers from certain death.
We die a thousand deaths at times Lord
and we seem to have resurrected sins come and snare us as we walk
and make us want to give up on You and ourselves and faith.
Lord, You are our only hope
and so we keep hoping and trusting in You.
Help us get to Jerusalem.
Help us get home.