HELP ME, LORD

In the shadows of bitterness, I reside, My life, a journey devoid of taste. If only I could converse with You, God, I would lay bare the depths of my despair. Hope has slipped through my grasp, Frustration and confusion cloud my mind. In Matthew 11:28-30, You invited, "Come to Me, all who are weary, And I will grant you rest." Take my yoke upon You, Teach me Your gentle and humble way, For in You, I find solace, And rest for my weary soul. Save me, O Lord, hear my cry— Is it merely the burden of youth, Or the dark hand of Satan That seeks to sink my fragile ship? Stand with me, Lord, through this tempest, As I seek Your guidance and light, Renew my hope, restore my spirit