Little Wisdoms

I cry out to You, O Lord.
My soul thirsts for You, the Living God,
like dry ground
cracking beneath a silent sky.

My walls are broken down;
stubble and ruin surround me.
Whispers of worthlessness circle like vultures.
Darkness closes in as I sink into the pit—
swallowed by muck and mire.

Yet even in the night, I call to You.
My hands are lifted toward Your throne.
I remember the days of old,
how You drew me out of deep waters
and set my feet upon the Rock.

Therefore my soul hopes in You again.
I find refuge in the shelter of the Most High
and abide in the cool shadow of the Almighty.

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
At sunrise, the Lord will fill me with His steadfast love;
joy will rise with the light.