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