שְׁמַע

I am torn.

Dashed upon the rocks in a sea of change is my heart.

Empty and bleeding I call to you.

My refuge.

My Rock.

My strength.

Teach my heart to hear.

Teach my soul to listen.

Shema, I call out, shema.

My heart responds: How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, how great Thou art.

Help me Lord.

To you I lift up my head.

Do not take your presence from me.

Create in me a clean heart.

Love me.

Heal me.

Love me.

Here am I, Lord, Here am I.