Each day is unlike any other,
knowing not what it holds
I press into what I know.

You, O Lord, are where my hope comes from,
in You alone
will I find peace and strength.

All around me I see tears
and putrid masks of mucus,
lies to hide the pain.
Where is your beauty
in the ugliness of deceit?

But Your words are the truth
and in them I surrender my angst.
You, O Lord hold the world
and each of its inhabitants in your hands.

Draw near to me God,
for who am I that one more day
should add to my years?
I am fatherless
and attending,
in disgraceful moments
the masquerade.

I cast myself broken before you
and you draw near to bind my wounded heart and crushed spirit.

I know not my future,
not even what my next moment holds.
I cling instead to You, Holy Spirit
and know, O God that...
I...
know...
You.

Praise and glory to the maker of the stars,
worship to the creator of my heart.
one day I will dance dithyrambicly in your presence
and be consumed by the power
of your love.

Indeed my God you are steadfast and true.
I will seek you by day and by night,
until my body is stilled and my soul released.