Daleth: A prayer in response to Psalm 119:25-32

When my soul clings to the dust,

Let me cling to Your testimonies!

Your Word is water for my parched soul,

Honeyed bread for my weary heart,

Breath for my fainting spirit.



Lead me in the way of faithfulness,

To love and love and love

And follow

Your glorious Word.

Enlarge my heart to run after You

When You lead the way.



Deliver me from the shame and

Reproach which I dread.

Deliver me from dread of man

And fill me with dread awe of You.



Hold me fast, Lord, to Yourself and Your Word.

Hold me up, that I might not fall away.

Hold me close, for the way is hard,

And only Your love holds my melting soul together.

Blessed Are the Desperate: A Poem

Blessed are those who are out of their depths, 

Facing whelms impassable without an ark 

Or a parting of the waves so complete 

That the soggy mud of river bottom 

Unsquelches and hardens into pavement 

For multitudes to cross. 

Blessed are the wilderness wanderers, 

Led, not lost, yet nonetheless 

Out of water, out of food, out of options, 

Unless their Shepherd supplies their need. 

Blessed are the desperate, 

For never can they forget their desperate 

Dependence on God— 

True of all of us, 

All of the time, 

Yet so easily forgotten 

In level lands and well-stocked shelves. 

Blessed are the needy, 

Crying out to God, 

For they shall find Him faithful.