God of all comfort,
It’s not enough, Lord, to be told that I’ll feel better someday—
that this treatment or that medication should do the trick.
The pit is deep and dark and lonely,
and it seems like there is no way out.
If only there was something I could say to let them know how difficult my life is right now.
If only someone could give me a hand out of the pit, or sit with me here at the bottom.
I wait on you for the words, Lord.
For the hand, the presence.
I’ll hold on a while longer, Lord.
And when I don’t think I can hold on any longer,
Give me the courage to ask others to support me in my suffering.
Bring relief and hope and color back into my world
So that I might again feel the joy of your delight in me.
Written by Chris Klein