Paradox Prayer

That which I seek You promised I would find
But unrelenting knocks have yielded naught
Perhaps my heart is sick and misaligned
For though your Word is light it leads me not


Great passions wage within my wearied soul
There’s fear in love and doubt infused in faith
There’s selfishness when service is my goal
Exhaustion when enduring hope must wait


Invading sorrow ruins my grasp of joy
Tumultuous times assault attempts at peace
My might and soul and strength cannot employ
the means by which this suffering will cease


Your blood alone will grant me my release
Lord, I believe, but help my unbelief