My Meager Attempt at a Psalm:
The weight of the world is upon me;
The Enemy comes upon me to destroy me.
I am weary of fighting, weary of running;
My battle is not with flesh and blood but with spirit.
How can I stand?
Oh Lord, how much longer?
I wait weary and tired and longing for Your deliverance;
Weighed down by the cares of this world, the lies, the deceit.
He is the one who made the earth;
He put the stars into place and numbered the sand on the shores;
He is the one who led His chosen people into the land of milk and honey;
He makes waters part and oceans rise up.
I will praise the Lord for His great works,
I will worship Him; I will sing to Him;
There is nothing in His power He cannot do.