Broken I feel,
confused and alone,
searching, seeking… lost

Spinning slowly,
grasping and grabbing,
trying to take hold.

So tired and worn
pleasing and giving,
yet losing who I am.

Take my hand,
God and King,
have mercy on my soul.

Give me life,
now and always,
fill me with Your joy.

Now reaching out,
wholly and true,
embracing those around.

May my worship be pure,
Father and Savior,
living only for You.

Filled I am,
content and guided,
searching, seeking… found.

Written in the journal from the Prayer Room during 40.