I’m shaking and trembling from the foes and attacks.
I know that’s what comes with serving you without slack.
I’m so through, just done with the spiritual and natural blows,
Tired is my countenance and toward faith is where I go.
Seeking you profusely Lord; crying, praying and fasting.
Will this end soon; I really want to embrace laughing.
Dancing in my sackcloth, ripping and tearing of my garment,
Stop the pressure for just a moment and let none harm me!
Gather my tears and sweat drops, I won’t quit, I will endure!
Father I must confess in this wicked battle I am at times insecure.
Thank you for letting me dwell in your secret place Most High God!
Where does my help come from, it comes from you Lord God!
I’m seeking and seeking and now I have found hope but not a full solution.
Make Your Hope enough, for I know you are not a magic potion!
I lift my eyes unto the hills, and say “Never!” to he who comes to steal, kill and destroy!
My help comes from the Lord always and I will remain faithful and filled with joy!