Now that I am feeling better, people try to coax me to be part of their busy lives. I have been secluded since 2007. The pressure confuses me.
Humbly, I kneel before You, O Lord,
with a cluttered mind.
It is cluttered with the pressure of a worldly culture.
May Your beacon light shine brightly
through the daily rubble the I face.
I will follow it to Your place of rest.
There, my earthly concerns will disappear.
All praise to You, my Lord.