Affliction Without End
Born in affliction
And lived in as much
The whole of my life,
I have spent my days 
        and nights, 
Crying out to You, O God,
And still the terrors
Hold court over my body,
But thanks be to You,
Not my soul.

My ache is without end.
I have stretched out my hands,
Always begging for relief,
Knowing You work wonders,
But none comes to me.

Still, my spirit turns to You,
The God of my salvation,
And though I go down
        into the pit,
My last breath
Will trust in only You.

Psalm 88*

*a different spin on this psalm
of life-long despondency
by J Alan R

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