I Frail...

Where is that hiding place for me?
Where is that rock that covers me?
In my strength am totally spent..and my weakness is evident.
Where shall i find my refuge?
To whom will i bow for help?
Indeed my path is narrow and my days are shortened.
I frail like a fragile flower far from the shores of life.
I am swept away like the chaff of a forgotten field and all my hopes are dried up under the scorching sun.
To whom will i pour out my broken heart?
In whose ears will my contrite spirit cry out?
My hands are restless and all my voice is gone.
My eyes are openned up to a closed heaven as the thick clouds pour out a flood that crushes over me.
In whose hands will i find my redemption?
In the midst of my raging storm, anchor me to the one that saves my perishing soul.
In the centre of my chaos, remember that you formed me within my mothers womb.
In the heart of my troubles, remember that i know no other God except you.
Arise Oh God, i desperately need you!!!