Lord, to whom shall I go? A prayer for weary hearts in the valley of grief

Lord, to whom shall I go?
When the weight of sorrow bends my soul to the dust,
When my tears have been my portion day and night.
Sleep flees from me, and my bed is a place of tossing,
Grief clings to me like a heavy chain.
I try to pray, but the words won’t come.
Still, I lift my eyes to You and whisper Your name.

Lord, to whom shall I go?
When I see the joy you have poured on others,
Yet sorrow is the cup you have given me to drink.
Laughter fills their mouths, but mine is shut in anguish,
And my soul wonders why my portion is bitter.
I look to You, but my prayers fall flat
Have You hidden Your face from me?

Lord, to whom shall I go?
When loneliness wraps itself around me like a cloak,
And the pit is deep, so deep I do not have the strength to climb.
I reach for your hand, but silence is my answer,
And the echoes of my cries return void
Though the night surrounds me and hope feels thin,
I will trust that even this darkness is where Your work begins.

Lord, to whom shall I go?
When the accuser whispers his lies while in the pit,
Saying you have cast me away in your wrath.
Rejection has pierced my heart like an arrow,
When Loss has yet again visited my household and made it desolate.
Though the memory of Dad’s absence stings afresh.
I rest in the arms of the One who holds my days.

Lord, to whom shall I go?
When You have brought me low and stripped me of my striving,
So I no longer chase great matters or things too high for me.
You do not offer answers, but You lead me into stillness.
Into hidden valleys where pride has no path to walk.
There, I have stilled and quieted my restless soul.
Like a weaned child with its mother, I find rest in You.

Whom have I in heaven but You?
And earth has nothing I desire besides You.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
But God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.