With my voice I cry to the LORD; with my voice I make supplication to the LORD.
I pour out my complaint before him; I tell my trouble before him.
When my spirit is faint, you know my way. In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
Look on my right hand and see-- there is no one who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for me.
I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
Give heed to my cry, for I am brought very low. Save me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
Bring me out of prison, so that I may give thanks to your name.
the righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me."
Won't you write to them today.
Tell them that you love them, and that God loves them more.
Be the light in a dark place.
Be the hope in a place of despair.
Be the hands and feet of God today.