It’s a funny thing, this crushing feeling
That can come and go at any hour:
One moment we are living free,
The next we have lost all our power.
From where does it come? Does it fall from the sky?
For it feels like a comet dropped on my back.
My shoulders languish in bearing the weight
And to my mind it cuts no slack.
It knows no boundaries and never sleeps;
Each day as I wake it’s the first of my thoughts.
Cumbered by it, I rarely find
Shelter, in spite of how much it is sought.
Accomplishments and peace are its worst enemy
And fear is to its fire like wood.
Help us, O God, trust your grace in full
So we can vanquish this beast for good.