Lifter of Sorrows

Beloved architect
Lifter of sorrows
I cling to you as darkness falls over me
Visionless unrest arises as fear echoes vehemently
But you are not shaken
My heart beats fiercely and my body fails me
But you are my comforter
When my mind shouts “you are nothing”
you call me chosen
The world tells me I will never be enough
You render me complete,
Secure, significant,
accepted, safe, held,
adopted, sealed, a masterpiece
my body may fail, my mind may grow weary
but you remain steadfast in my present trouble
there is nothing I need more desperately than Christ
and with grace in abundance, we are united.

This poem is about: 
Me

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