My world reels on its axis, Father, like you turn it upside down and shake it to see what falls out. The darkness seeks to pervade into the sanctuary of my heart; and my songs are but groans–heavy and without words. Yet, I sing the notes I can. I am, as Paul says, afflicted but not crushed; perplexed but not driven to despair. My feeble songs are a sweet fragrance in your courts. I know that you are God. You made me, and I am yours. I come with thanksgiving to bless your name. You are good and your steadfast love endures forever. You are faithful to all generations, even mine. I praise you in the name and authority of Jesus, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.

“Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all the earth! Serve the LORD with gladness! Come into his presence with singing!” (Psalm 100:1 ESV)