1: GOD, you're my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you.
2: Put me on your salvation agenda; take notes on the trouble I'm in.
3: I've had my fill of trouble; I'm camped on the edge of hell.
4: I'm written off as a lost cause, one more statistic, a hopeless case.
5: Abandoned as already dead, one more body in a stack of corpses, And not so much as a gravestone--I'm a black hole in oblivion.
6: You've dropped me into a bottomless pit, sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.
7: I'm battered senseless by your rage, relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger.
8: You turned my friends against me, made me horrible to them. I'm caught in a maze and can't find my way out,
9: blinded by tears of pain and frustration. I call to you, GOD; all day I call. I wring my hands, I plead for help.
10: Are the dead a live audience for your miracles? Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?
11: Does your love make any difference in a graveyard? Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell?
12: Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark, your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?
13: I'm standing my ground, GOD, shouting for help, at my prayers every morning, on my knees each daybreak.
14: Why, GOD, do you turn a deaf ear? Why do you make yourself scarce?
15: For as long as I remember I've been hurting; I've taken the worst you can hand out, and I've had it.
16: Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life; I'm bleeding, black and blue.
17: You've attacked me fiercely from every side, raining down blows till I'm nearly dead.
18: You made lover and neighbor alike dump me; the only friend I have left is Darkness. An Ethan prayer