By the rivers of my distractions
I weep
I remember, long for, Your peace that passes understanding
But my joy is strangled in the branches of my despair
When I try to sing
My disquiet silences me
How can I sing of God’s goodness
When I feel forsaken and exiled, depressed and distressed
And yet, when I forget God, when I doubt God
My spirit withers
My words dry up
When I do not set God
Above all other pleasures in my life
As my greatest joy and peace
Ah, God, I know these times of disquiet
When my heart tells me to doubt Your existence
Your power, love and grace
Ah, these devastating, depressing times
I will be happy when these times are banished forever
I will know Your peace when my terrible Ds are smashed
Smashed against the reality of You. Amen