A Psalm of Peter

I wrote this either last semester (spring of my junior year) or fall of my sophomore year.  Thankfully, even though I was feeling lost, without God at this moment, He was still right there the whole time, guiding me, protecting me, and growing me.

O LORD,
The weight of this life,
like a great anvil,
presses on my shoulders,
                 my heart,
                 my soul.

My fears take form around me
like a host of fiends.
They multiply in an instant;
they spring upon me unawares;
they cling to me and refuse to loosen their grip.
I sink under their weight,
and discontent, anger, and unforgiveness pile on.

LORD, how quickly I have fallen, and how far!
They block You from my sight
and I cannot stand or draw breath.
I lie down on a bed of rocks and despair.

But You, O LORD, are faithful.
You, O LORD, are steadfast.
You have showered me with blessings though I cannot see;
You have made me the envy of both friend and foe, though I forget.
Strike down the host around me.
Raise me up to stand and praise You.
Give me faith that You will remain.
Show me the peace of a mountain stream,
the strength of a towering tree,
the freedom of a flowering meadow.

Deliver me, LORD,
out of this darkness and into light,
because you are good, and you are great.