Psalm 142:3

When my spirit is faint, you know my way.

When my spirit is faint,

when the Holy Spirit seems

more like the Holy Ghost,

Her presence muted,

phantom-like and fleeting,

Her grace and love, incorporeal,

incapable of being held,

when I am ready to turn my back

to it all and walk away rather

than risk being hurt again,

when I run from You, Lord,

when I leave the path, You

have set before me,

when I run into the darkened

woods and find myself lost now

in the brambles and shadow pines,

I remind myself of this …

You know my way, Lord.

And I am not lost from You.

I am the sheep. 

You are the shepherd.

You know my way.

And nothing—nothing—can

separate me from You.

You will always bring me home.

In my weakness and lost in the darkness,

I cry out to You, Lord—I cry out

one last desperate plea to be saved.

I cry—no words and sometimes my cry

is a howling pain and sometimes it is silent

as the spirit within me—yes—grows faint.

I cry out to You, Lord, and You come,

because You always come,

because You will never leave us

alone in that darkness. 

You will never leave us lost

no matter how many times

we run away.

You know my way, Lord.

Find me now, I pray.

Amen.