A Psalm of Dorothy
My God, I am in distress
And my sorrow threatens to drown me
All I want to do is serve you
Love you
But I do not understand you
Do my tears please you?
What benefit is there for you in my pain?
Would my being complete make a difference to you
That you would rather condemn me to hell instead?
For Justice has fled the earth Lord,
And Mercy has become a captive
But like Anna at the temple
Still I wait for you
Until you restore my soul
When you do, I will be able to sing your praises to the people
And my voice will be heard in the throng
And all the people will see your blessings on me
And will give you glory for your great mercy
Which uplifts the weak and helpless
So do not tarry God
But act quickly, lest your servant be overcome
Do not let my enemy win God
For you are my only hope
And your great loving-kindness never fails
Amen