O Lord, You brought me low —
A worm in the dust.
I despised myself
And was despised by men.
Mocked and ridiculed,
My hair hung down.
No beauty to attract others,
No winsomeness, nor delight.
I fought to breathe;
I choked in dust.
I grabbed for anything —
My soul was desperate.
But You, O Lord,
Were with me,
Though I did not know it.
I wandered in a parched land;
In desert plains I wandered.
You waited for me.
How You must have cried
To see me thus.
I cannot know your purpose,
Neither then nor now.
Only that You love me,
And I must You, somehow.
clarakatalin 
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