My High Rock,
the forces of life push against me.
I hurt. I feel desolate and alone.
Then I remember: You are the High Rock.
Help me, because I'm too weak and discouraged
to help myself.
And because you are my High Rock,
I know you're going to lift me up. Amen.
(from the book, Invading the Privacy of God, by Cec Murphey)
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