Overwhelming guilt and shame
Allowing this to cloud my judgment
Running to and fro looking for answers
Growing impatient distressed at my results
A quiet, still voice nudging me
Repeatedly I said to myself,
“I can’t do this alone.”
Praying out loud
Help me, Father,
Grant me serenity
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
Psalm 121:1 KJV
My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:2 KJV