I had to write this for Sunday school. We were to write a poem that express what we feel God has done for us or is to us. Early this year, at first I wrote many poems that didn't express what I felt. Then came this one and it was the best one I wrote. It caught my feeling perfectly. My Psalm

Hot tears steam down my face.

Pain from feeling I hold in,

all press in on me.

My Heart Burns,

My Spirit is weak,

My flesh cry out,

My mind is confused.

What I know I am not sure of anymore.

When all my fears have become reality,

When I feel I am left utterly alone.

Through my warm dry tears you call me.

In my pain & weakest you hold me.

Hot tears pour for a time, but in your arms they are no more.

All I am facing seems like nothing.

When you put your hand on my face and wipe away my tears,

My fears,

My pain,

My confusion,

And loneliness are all washed away.

Just as my sin,

When I first let you in.