Not Much

O God, I want to crawl into a hole,
I feel like I’m beset on every side,
my body aches, so also aches my soul,
I look around to find a place to hide.

I need, O God, someone to rescue me,
strength to go on, and courage more than pity,
repentance too, if saved I am to be,
what good’s a guard, if good is not the city?

You’re busy with the big, Lord, I’m so small,
You hire the stars, can You save me some change?
I’ll disappear, You won’t see me at all,
Oh no, I know I’m never out of range.

O God, my strength, I do not ask for much,
a bit of grace, a glance, a gentle touch.

                  by Pete Voelz      11/19/13