I am tired and worn,
My heart is a mess.
I fear I am about to,
Succumb to the stress.

I wish that I could,
Crawl in a, dark, hole.
And not come out,
Till it's under control.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will ever change.
Am I shooting for goals,
That are out of range?

God are you there,
Do You hear my cry?
I need Your strength,
On You, alone, I rely!

8-31-04