After Psalm 73:1-16
I am nothing, Lost in a fog,
a fog of my own creation,
I see no way forward.
I consider how I struggle
as I strive to obey, and I see
those who don’t strive at all
flourish as they laugh and
scoff, ridicule and grind down.
They flourish while I struggle;
it would be easier not to struggle
at all. All that I do, all that
I believe, seems shallow and
vain, as I sink deeper in the much.
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