I call to the Lord for help; I plead with Him. I bring Him all my complaints; I tell Him all my troubles.
When I am ready to give up, He knows what I should do. When I look beside me, I see there is no one to help me. No one cares for me.
Lord, I cry to you for help; you Lord are my protector; you are all I want in this life. Listen to my cry for help, for I am sunk in despair. Set me free from my distress.
The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon Him, to all that call upon Him in truth.
. . . for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith be content. I know both how to be abase, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ that strengtheneth me.
And be ye kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.
And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fullness of God.
What more could there ever be for all eternity than to be filled with all the fullness of God? Amen!!