Oh sweet sorrow what burning loss.

How often I believe and yet still pray for that unbelief,

My courage to often a whim of emotion,

no foundation in devotion.

LORD my delight, corrector of things I thought

sending the Helper to bring concrete my emotional feet.

Implant your word in my Heart so the scoffers won't mock,

Plant me in Your vineyard; be my guard.

Let me be troubled in spirit and like Christ testify of my gardener.

Let me be, "Like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season"

and let not my leaf wither; in all I do I prosper by You my Messiah.

(Psalm 1 paraphrased)