Oh God I come before You

And plead my cause.

Don’t hide Your face,

Nor turn from me.

I need Your help

And I need it now!

As Jacob wrestled with You,

I too will wrestle if need be.

The darkness surrounds me

The pit of pain-

Will not let me be

I want

Out of here now!

Oh God of mercy and compassion,

I am Your child

And I hurt!

Take me out of here

Away from this pain

And despair!

And God heard His

Child cry out to Him

And came quickly

Poem by Linda Barnes

1st copyright 2009

2nd copyright 2015