God, right now I think that my wounds hurt
more than everyone else's.
I hurt more than you
I need more help than has been given
I deserve a better life
I've worked hard but reaped little
I've lost more than I've found
In these dark self-pitying moments
help me to see through my trauma
to the promised healing,
past the darkness to the coming light,
and beyond this death to the coming Resurrection.