O God, you allow evil to break me down even as your strength shores me up.

With one hand you sustain me and with the other you invite your enemies to poison the very water you’ve given me to drink.

My heart cries out, longing for the desire you placed therein, yet your hand does not guard it against the destroyer.

But in the midst of the pain that has become my daily bread, you cover my spirit in grace that heals.

For you are the healer of the broken, restorer of the lost, lifter of the fallen, and champion of the slain.

You will rescue me from the pit of my own despair. You will take me up in your arms and make me perfect and whole, O God.

For you are my God, and I will surrender to you.