Words are flying at me, piercing my heart,

From those who despise me and some I love.

Arrows fall so thick the sky appears dark.

Raining down with poison tips from above.


My soul wounded from relentless attacks.

Broken and damaged not sure I’ll survive.

Spirit withered, body weakened, heart taxed.

Hardly a sign that I am still alive.


I whisper your name hoping you hear me.

Praying my words are lifted on the wind,

and to your kingdom it carries my plea,

so you might save me before my sad end.


You alone can rescue me from this fate.

And redeem me, standing pure at your gate.