My plagiarized psalm.

Lord God,

"Do you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries."

Do you want to see me broken?

Do you God?

I ask because it feels as though you do.

And I am too tired to wrestle with you Lord.

I am too tired to cling,
or to hold,
or to grasp you to me as I have been doing.

It is your turn Lord God.

It is your turn to hold on to me.

And, if you will not pull me into yourself,
then I am lost.

And it will not matter
how broken I am,
or how tired I am,
because I will cease to be.

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PLEASE NOTE: The first stanza of this Psalm was taken from Maya Angalou's poem "And Still I Will Rise". They are her words, not mine and oh, how I covet them!