it's immeasurably dark and even by looking up, i can barely see the light. it seems like i'm thousands of miles below the rest of them, thousands of miles away. compromise has wrapped it's slimy tentacles around my middle and pulled me down here, dragged me down to this absolute destitution.
but there is always a way out. may the joy of the lord always be my strength. may it lift me out of the hole i dig for myself, may it constantly reveal to me the immense glory of my salvation. you are my rope out of my gross flesh. make it my prayer to throw off the ways of the world and put on the joy of my god.
you alone are god.
and you alone i will worship.
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