Poetry instead of food

Tonight I wanted to turn to food for comfort, but instead I wrote a poem. Here is it:

My heart is broken, hurting, torn apart
which way do I turn, where do I start?

I look to the left, I look to the right
who will help me through this fight?

People close to me, look to me, they have a lot going on.
I don't know what to do, I'm overwhelmed even though I'm supposed to be strong.

I'm not feeling well.  All I want is to be healthy
I look up and ask, "Who is going to  help me?"

The Lord answers me and says, "Remember I created the heavens and earth
and I've been here to help you since the day of your birth.

Just call out to me, I hear what you say.
I will help you.  I will help you,  day after day."

So I tell Him what is going on and all my concerns.
He says, "don't worry my child I won't let you get burned."

So tonight I go to bed knowing everything will be ok
and tomorrow God will help me face a new day.

As I sleep I know I can rest
Because God NEVER slumbers and He ALWAYS protects.


This poem is based on Psalm 121 1-3

1-I raise my eyes toward the mountains where will my help come from?

2-My help comes from the Lord. The Maker of heaven and earth

3-He will not let my foot slip, My protector will not sleep.