Anxiety, pain, anger, and loneliness, all my heart has recently known.
These my constant companions, their seeds of affliction have sown.
Thus I come to thee, for I have no where else to go.
Water these seeds with grace, that in your time they might grow.
Use their fruit to proclaim your goodness, that others might know the sweetness I have tasted.
Use them also to nourish my meekness, thus shall my pain not have been wasted.
Teach me not to despise my life’s lot;
I ask only that I might not live, and love thee not.