Lord, I have no words for where you’ve placed us.
It is not a valley, it is a mine shaft.
Few have been this low.
Why do you place us here?

You are the potter, why are you breaking me?
Where is the beautiful pot or vase of my life?
What are you shaping me into? Pieces?
I curse the trials you have placed before me.

Trust you? Trust you? Show me how.

Your grace abounds? Show me where.

You love your children? Prove it.

You have placed us in the depths,
I see no way out.
I look to you to show us the way.
Where are you? Come quick!