Dear Jesus, I walk in the valley of darkness
for I suffer from depression.
I feel unloved. rejected,
useless to myself and useless to others.
I feel lost in a world I no longer understand.
At times, I want to sleep and never wake up again.
for I suffer from depression.
I feel unloved. rejected,
useless to myself and useless to others.
I feel lost in a world I no longer understand.
At times, I want to sleep and never wake up again.
Lord, I believe that Your love is a transforming love.
Jesus, Son of David have pity on me.
Out of the depths, I cry to you.
Lord, even though I feel nothing,
Jesus, Son of David have pity on me.
Out of the depths, I cry to you.
Lord, even though I feel nothing,
I still praise you for the wonder of my being.
You have formed me in my mother's womb
You have formed me in my mother's womb
and watched over me to this moment.
I am precious in Your eyes
and You love me.
On the Cross, you shed your blood for me.
You have carved me in the palm of Your hand.
I am precious in Your eyes
and You love me.
On the Cross, you shed your blood for me.
You have carved me in the palm of Your hand.
For all this I give you thanks and praise.
May your Precious Blood give new life to me
May your Precious Blood give new life to me
and to all those who suffer as I do.
Take each one of us
and hug us to your sacred and loving heart.
Through your glorious wounds may we be healed.
Dear Jesus, when you fed the crowd in the desert,
Take each one of us
and hug us to your sacred and loving heart.
Through your glorious wounds may we be healed.
Dear Jesus, when you fed the crowd in the desert,
you wished to gather up the fragments,
lest anything be lost.
As I wander through a desert and darkness of my own,
lest anything be lost.
As I wander through a desert and darkness of my own,
I ask you to gather up the fragments of this shattered being,
lest anything be lost.
Through the prophet, Joel,
Through the prophet, Joel,
You promise to restore the years
that the locusts have eaten.
I ask you, lay Your hands gently on my weary head
and restore me.
Let your face shine upon me
that the locusts have eaten.
I ask you, lay Your hands gently on my weary head
and restore me.
Let your face shine upon me
and give me back the peace
and the joy that has been lost.
Amen
and the joy that has been lost.
Amen
1 comment:
amen
i know that sense of uselessness
it was with me for much of my sophomore year in college
i remember donating blood and thinking
i may be failing physics
there may be no career
at which i can succeed
but at least this is one
useful thing that i can do
i like the image
of jesus gathering up the fragments
i hope i can remember it
when i need to
a restoration of joy
that would be an act
worthy of God
come Lord Jesus
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