Psalm-ish Writing

Oh, my God, how log will You withhold Yourself from me? My soul longs for Your embrace and Spirit as the moon longs for the night. My cries echo thru the land and rise to the Heavens yet You hide Your Spirit from me. My God! Answer my cries! The enemy looms near, look how he watches my move, my God. His followers loom alongside, waiting for me to trip. Lord, I am already fallen. Please, do not hesitate in saving me. I reach for You, my Love. Trample my enemies, crush them, oh God. Save me, my Lord. I need You. No person, no not even my spiritual parents, can satisfy my soul like Your Presence can. Oh, Daddy, come quickly and save me. I cry out to Thee....