Cry Out (a psalm)

All alone am I.
Deserted.
Everyone has left me,
and the world has rejected me.
Even the stars turn their faces
and gaze into celestial places
that their sight may not be cursed
by me.

"If tomorrow
when you wake up,
the sun has left
its place,
and the sky is
empty
dark
desolate,
I will still be
here
on my throne."

I am uncertain.
Nothing makes sense
as everything changes.
In this shifting universe,
do I have a place?
Or shall I be lost
in the rubble
of the renovations?
I cannot find anything
that I know.
I am lost...

"If the mountains
tremble
quake
fall
into the valleys
crumbling,
dust
to
dust,
I will still be
standing
firm and unshakable."

Violence
is the law of this age
as revolutions rage
all around
and I shake
and I quake
and I cry out for
mercy
salvation,
a hero.
Will a hero ever come?
Where is my superman
to rescue me
from the smoke
the flames
of this violent change?
The rampage
that threatens to
destroy...

"If the oceans
rise up
cast from them
the life that abounds
roar violently
for release
from their earthly prison
and take up their dwelling
in the sky
and begin their reign
in rain
and the floods
overwhelm,
I will still be
supreme
and in control."

So my soul cries out.
So You answer me,
My Hope
And my Salvation.

Who can ever say
'Your God does not hear'?
For You listen with straining ears
For just a whisper
From Your children.

And who could say
'He is weak?'
Oh my Superhero,
You ride in
On clouds of glory
With lightening in Your command
To rescue me
A trembling maiden
From the monsters
Under my bed.

So my soul cries out,
So You answer me,
My God
My Savior
My Everything.