God,
You build my dreams and dash my hopes.
You throw me from the cliffs overlooking a vast sea to rocks below.
I’m hit with tides of sorrow, ebbing and flowing.
My heart is split open;
My tears suffocate me.
If you mark my step and you ordain my coming and going,
Why direct me to despair?
Yet in your wounding there is wisdom.
In your killing, there is mercy.
Still, your bullets bleed me; their fire stings flesh.
Bind my hurt, O Lord. Feed me my next breath.
Have mercy on me and my family and we will praise you.